My Sweaty Love Affair With Mr. B. ~ Rachel Meyer

Via on Jul 30, 2011

Photo: Anna

A tongue-in-cheek look at my long-running love affairs with Bikram and Vinyasa yoga

I spent six years entwined in a sweaty love affair with Mr. B.

B was challenging; he was athletic; he was intense and confident, a wildly charismatic jackass, and he cracked me open. He was addictive the way the most toxic affairs are: I’d drag myself out of bed at 5 a.m. just to be with him; I’d save my nights for us, rushing out early from happy hour, tequila-buzzed and ready for action.

B was a drug, a fix. He stretched me and shot me down, and yet every day, I came crawling back to him for more, because the high was so good, the rush so great, the shattering so profound.

But eventually—hello, dysfunction!—things soured. B was all flash, all flair. I wanted ratty sweatpants and chill mornings drinking coffee together listening to NPR; he wanted money and fame, dreamt of hobnobbing with the rich and Botoxed in SoCal.

Ever the salesman, his heart was in industry, while mine was one big Marxist power-to-the-donation-based-pipe-dream. Wasn’t gonna last.

So, in spite of our daily trysts, my eyes began to wander.

That’s when I met V. And, Jesus, V. He was scruffy authenticity where B was flimsy artificiality.

He was salt-of-the-earth where B was oblivious and money-hungry.

And he sang. And he sweated. And he could ramble on for hours about philosophy and books and history.  And he had a bangin’ sense of rhythm.

And I was hooked. Big-time. Gone.

But you know how sometimes the ones who really hit your core—those few-and-far-between types who meet you where you’ve never been met before—well, they tend to stick around?  Yeah. We’re talking six years, folks.

So now and then when V wasn’t looking, I’d sneak in a quickie with Mr. B, for old times’ sake, because, honestly, I hadn’t forgotten him. Craved him. Like a drug.

(This story first appeared on Recovering Yogi.)

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Rachel Meyer is a San Francisco-based yoga teacher and writer with roots in musical theater, theology and the arts. When she’s not jumping around in leggings and chanting in Sanskrit, she loves a good foggy wander up and over Nob Hill in search of  cocktails or used books.  You can find her bio and teaching schedule atfacebook.com/RachelMeyerYoga, and further ramblings on yoga, the arts and more at her literary practice mat, rawrach.blogspot.com.

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10 Responses to “My Sweaty Love Affair With Mr. B. ~ Rachel Meyer”

  1. Loved this, Rachel.

  2. annieory says:

    I too will always be attracted to the heat. I love my other yoga practices, that I can do so many things and move forward from the plain old 26 and 2, but I'll always go back there because it's what taught me to love yoga.

  3. Tanya Lee Markul tanya lee markul says:

    Well written Rachel!

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  4. Tanya Lee Markul tanya lee markul says:

    Just posted to "Featured Today" on the Elephant Yoga homepage.

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  6. Zali Nash says:

    Beautifully written. Know what you mean…I've got one of those too.

  7. Tanya Lee Markul tanya lee markul says:

    Just posted to "Popular Lately" on the Elephant Yoga homepage.

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