Football and yoga - an unlikely combination. However given my love for a certain football team (The Red Devils if you must know) my two sporting interests often clash. On Wednesday evenings and Saturdays I often choose football over a yoga. Contrary to what I believed, my yoga peers are the same - the first all English final of the Champions League last May meant that the studio was deserted. I had taken the view that yoga consisted of people uninterested in the sport and many women who would miss out on watching desperate housewives would have decided that yoga was the perfect destination to get away from their beer drunking, football chanting partners. I was wrong.
Today I have discovered that my love of a certain Northern team is shared by my instructor. In the past she has littered references to football but never made explicit her favoured team. Until today when she noted that a male yoga participant's shorts bore the Man Utd badge. How far up his thigh her gaze must have been to notice the emblum (!) I can't say. However it will be nice in the future for one instructor at least to realise how much I sacrifice in future, on the occassions where I do choose to take care of my own body over oogling Nemanja Vidić's!
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