I've done downward dog in some pretty awesome places, like Denver's Red Rock Amphitheater (so fun!). but I've never, ever done it with 10,000 other yogis. I actually didn't even know what 10,000 people all together looked like until I decided to hit up the LolÃƒÂ« White Tour in Central Park earlier this week.
Though I don't exactly love me a crowd of sweaty people, I'm willing to endure it for Black Friday sales, and of course, free yoga. So in case you ever have the opportunity to join a huge group of happy yogis while they get bendy, allow me to give you a preview of what you're in for.
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You'll feel like you're in a cult. While changing into my all-white ensemble (courtesy of LolÃƒÂ«), I was, um, kind of embarrassed to let anyone in the office see me. Granted, I was super-comfy in my yoga gear, but something about wearing all white made me feel like I was going to be baptized...or just 20 minutes from drinking the Kool-Aid.
You'll be excited to see other yogis headed to your massive practice. When I got closer to the park, I spotted lots of other ladies, gents, and even babies in their white workout gear. I thought, "Yeah, those are my people!"
You might think you know someone there, but you won't. While encountering an amount of people double the population of my hometown (hey there, Eldridge, Iowa), I thought there had to be someone I knew there. But nope. My group selfies were restricted to photo bombing people with selfie sticks.
Choosing a mat is challenging. And when your homegirls aren't there to save you a mat, you've got to be selective about where you sit and who you're next to. Do you want to be behind the guy with the Lamisil-level gross feet? Nah. How about 12 inches from the super-loud exhaler? Sure, she'll do.
You might feel like a yoga fraud. When a woman near me asked me if I practice regularly, I had to think about the last time I struck a warrior pose, but of course, I said that I was totally a yogi. When in Rome?
Doing the "ohm" thing together is really, really cool. Before we got into the flow of things, we did a group chant. Normally, I feel a smidge awkward "ohming" in yoga classes, but when thousands of people are doing it, too, it was actually really cool—like letting my inner-yoga nerd out. Ahhhh.
It's weirdly quiet. While sitting with our hands in prayer and our eyes closed, it sounded like everyone was gone. There wasn't one bodily function to be heard. Amazing.
You stop caring what you look like. In a sea of half-moon poses, it wasn't so embarrassing that mine left much to be desired.
But you notice when you're kicking more yoga *ss than the person behind you. #SorryNotSorry that I totally nailed camel pose and the dude next to me did not. It never hurts to have a reminder of how far you've come, right?
You see a lot of underwear. Since our dress code required white gear, I saw a lot of cheetah print that I'm sure I was not meant to see. But I was way too Zen to judge.
Everyone around you might as well be your BFF. I left the ginormous yoga practice feeling completely chill and ready to high-five everyone else floating home on a cloud of yogi peace.
You get to brag about doing yoga with a ton of people. You're basically Gandhi.