Why? Because I honestly do not know if I just took yoga with the Penguin or an Ent. And apparently everyone else in the class knew about this guy; it was very empty on my side of the room until the latecomers had to take the spaces left.
Try to imagine someone breathing like Penguin's hnr-hnr-hnr laugh. When it slowed down a little, he sounded more like an ent with hrm-hm rm-em. For a brief, shining minute or two during the final corpse pose meditation the noises vanished entirely, only to resume just before we left. I honestly don't know if he had some lung/health issues, was a little deaf, or just lives alone and doesn't realize how much he vocalizes to himself, but 70 minutes of this was kinda crazy-making.* (I do have to say, the guy does a damn fine headstand and he's in his upper 60s/low 70s! Me, I can't do one yet at all!)
* -- It was not on a par with Esme Weatherwax's snore. This was a consolation.
So, for putting up with the laugh and locking Penguin up instead of throwing him off a Gotham dock, I feel inclined to nominate Batman for sainthood.
That said? Next class, I'll put my mat out on the other side of the room....
Then I walked out of the gym and passed a car with a Stark Industries logo sticker. Nicely fannish morning.
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