“Leisure only means a chance to do other jobs that demand attention.”
~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr
I must admit, I often envy the women in yoga pants.
You must be aware of the ones to which I am referring. The ones sitting (in yoga pants) at a coffee place or cafe, on a weekday at 10am drinking iced coffee and smiling. Probably just finished an invigorating yoga session (or yoga sesh) to begin the rest of their day…in yoga pants. I glare at them from my car on my way back to the office. I, wearing heals and slacks, with jealousy in my heart and curiosity in my mind.
What do they DO all day? I know they strive for perfect posture, while I predict my future with a hump from sitting at a computer for most of the day. Except when I run out for work errands or meetings and slouch in the car. Will they exercise more later? I do tricep dips from my office chair. I usually stop after one, because my chair is on rollers, so this practice ends in minor head injury.
When I am driving on my way to work and I see them power walking in pairs, I wonder what I would do if I didn’t have to go to work? My workouts would be later, I could volunteer, get all my domestic errands and chores done during the day, have another afternoon workout, read, write, plan vacations…all in my comfy yoga pants!! (In my fantasy, I don’t have children yet because that would be the equivalent of multiple full-time jobs.)
How quickly would I get bored? I would need projects and other things to do, and since I am not crafty, I would have to volunteer more, and then that would lead to me feeling tired after my days of volunteering in an office, which would lead to me reading, doing errands and chores and working out early in the morning or in the evening…so…
My yoga pants would eventually be folded up again for my 30 minutes in the early morning of in home yoga.
But I can’t help it. I still envy the women who wear yoga pants between 9am and 5pm on weekdays, and fantasize of a spirtual and physical rejuvenation (and better posture) achieved by a leisurely life in yoga pants.
2 thoughts on “A Life in Yoga Pants”
A friend of mine worked at a coffee shop, apparently yoga pants women are the worst customers. Overly specific and rude. So I don’t think you’d like that life.
Amen. Me and you both!