Whacked Chi

I must be the kind of believer who relies on community more then I thought. Take my entry into Yoga. Yeah... one might think it wise to read up on the whole culture of the Yoga practice. Maybe read a book, watch a video or surf the web, but not me. I guess the romantic idea of just attending a class was more my speed... like walking into an Ashram wafting with the smells of incense, curry, sweat and the feeling of Love beyond anyone present.
So, because of my approach, I was knocked upside the head today as I experienced a Core 2 class (advanced, but a good time slot). I don't worry about the advanced practice of many in the room, they are amazingly beautiful. I just want to begin to see myself as beautiful too, a transformation that is happening despite my ignorance. I didn't bring my mat = $2. I needed water = $1. Ok, I am still calm, in the Om zone. The class was great and I thanked the teacher for her help and class. A woman she was talking to looked at me and said, "you poor thing." Really? Am I looking that bad? I smiled, turned and return to my car only a sticker on my window informing me that I was in a 20 minute parking space and I am a luck so-n-so. Now!... my Chi is Whacked!