A long, long time ago I wrote this post referencing this post and the sheer hilarity of what happened to Heather Armstrong.

As Dale is away of course I had a crap dinner consisting of cheese and crackers, pickles and a diet pepsi with lime. As it is PMS week I am already extremely gassy and my dinner choices didn’t help to keep my quiet.

Well tonight I went back to the hot yoga studio after a couple days of rest. I usually try and pick a spot on the back wall so no other poor soul has to look at my rear in super tight shorts bending and flexing but tonight I was too late to get a spot along any wall – there I was, for the first time just out there, in the middle of the whole room.

I was far less centered and focused on not passing gas in a hot sweaty room with 25 other strangers. As I moved through the flow I could feel my body relaxing and as I came to rest in downward dog, pushing my hips to the back wall as directed – and then it happened.

A long time ago I howled at Heather Armstrong for being a public farter but now, thanks to a poor dinner choice and PMS week I have joined the ranks. As much as I never want to return to the hot room, I trust people will make space for me along the back wall to not have another poor sucker stuck behind me for the rest of the week.