The unexpected unfolded in a yoga class, and it’s absolutely side-splitting!
Do you often find yourself saying, “Why does this only happen to me?” If cringe-worthy moments seem to find you like a moth to a flame, then settle in for this mom’s unforgettable experience at her first yoga class. She’s basically your spirit animal.
You really can’t make this kind of comedy up.
Meet Sarah Matthews, the witty Australian blogger behind “Mom on the Move.” Recently, she’s been dealing with something most mothers can relate to—diastasis recti, which is the separation of abdominal muscles after childbirth. “Having kids split my abs like Moses parting the Red Sea,” Sarah humorously describes. “It’s not pretty, and my stomach kind of juts out like a cone. So, in an effort to get back in shape, a physiotherapist recommended I give yoga a shot.”
Following this advice, Sarah donned her trusty yoga pants. “For someone who’s a yoga newbie, I somehow own a surprising number of yoga outfits,” she admits. “I picked the least ‘worn-out’ pair and threw on a fresh top.” Sound familiar?
She found a local yoga class, showed up, and then the chaos began.
First, she had to peel off her socks, revealing her less-than-groomed toes. Oh, the horror of forgotten self-care! Surrounded by an array of toned yogis who seemed to be old friends, she felt a little out of place. But as she began to relax and follow along, things took a turn during the downward dog pose. Suddenly, her stomach—a reminder of her IBS—decided to make its presence known.
Yes, she farted. It was a silent one, but then she found herself in a position where her head was between her legs, and the smell hit her like a freight train.
“Do I flee? Do I leave the country? Is this really happening to me?” she wondered in disbelief. Not only did she feel like a hot mess, but now she was adding olfactory offense to the mix. But hey, it was silent, so she thought, “Whatever, everyone farts, right?” With newfound resolve, she pressed on, determined to conquer those yoga poses. Go, girl!
But just when she thought she could carry on, the instructor decided to invade her space. “Yoga instructors, please take note: We clumsy beginners don’t appreciate when you come over to rearrange us!” The instructor approached Sarah and encouraged everyone to sink deeper into their poses. Panic set in as Sarah tightened up, hoping to prevent another incident.
Spoiler alert: she was not successful.
The instructor pushed down on her back, and then it happened—a loud, unmistakable trumpet sound erupted from her backside. Sarah froze. “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Is this real? I must be dreaming!”
At this point, there was really nothing left to do but gather her belongings and make a swift exit. The defeat was palpable, but she could always come back to downward dog another day.
As she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of her fellow yogis staring at her in shock. The serene yoga instructor simply bowed her head, clasped her hands together, and said, “Namaste.”
Of course, she did!
As for Sarah, she decided to ditch yoga for the day and treat herself to a sundae while shedding a few tears at McDonald’s—which honestly sounds like the perfect remedy. Regarding her newfound fame as the “fart lady,” she quipped, “I’ll need to wear a disguise and definitely keep my toes shaved.” Well, if she can manage the latter, she’s already way ahead of the game.
Namaste, Sarah. Namaste.
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