I finally made my 2013 maiden voyage to the gym yesterday. Yoga was on tap. I hit up the infamous SYNO (sweat your nuts off) class I love so much. Not. The usual suspects were in place, the headstanding, leg windmilling lady was going full bore, no less than half a dozen already sweat dripping, split-shorts-clad guys were peppered about. The floor was overpopulated long before class began and if you so much as left your mat for a 2 minute bathroom break, someone would pounce, roll it off to the side and stake claim to your spot. Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom came to mind. I looked on in amazement, glued my mat in defense mode.
As more people squeezed in, the instructor kept asking everyone to make room. Before long headstand lady was pressed hard up on the windows, her toes leaving smudgy prints on the glass as she windmilled. Things got really dicey when someone shoved aside a bamboo plant and tried unsuccesfully to heft a huge decorative urn in the corner.
Then I noticed it. Some people had larger mats than I. All yoga mats are not created equal? I know there are different colors and thicknesses and wow those Lululemon ones sure are purdy. But when a class is going to be packed to the rafters wouldn’t some extra width and length be divine?
I asked a yoga instructor friend for the lowdown on mats. She affirmed my suspicion so I wasn’t hallucinating in the steamy studio after all. There are various mat sizes. “Oh get a Manduka” she said. So I prowled online and found them in the hundred dollar range. Yikes. To think I gagged on $68 for the pretty Lulu one.
But I’d have extra real estate on which to channel my zen…suddenly my $16 sale model from Tarjay seems inadequate.
Would you go for the larger, $$$ mat?
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