Yoga is ruined I know that January is the "new me" month for the few hams that make it off the couch. So, I was not supprised that my cross fit classes were twice their typical size for a few weeks. Thank you for paying for a year membership and showing up for three weeks, your donation helps subsidize the cost for the rest of us. But, some how a small pod of mayo-guzzlers are still showing up in our Friday yoga class. Three former females and one former male, are showing up and dragging the whole class down.  They have no body strenght, spend most of the class wallowing on the floor sweating up their mats and complaining that their apendanges do not bend beyond a few degrees of flex. Our class is arranged in a circle with the instructor on a riser in the center. I do my best to avoid their smell by setting up on the opposite side of the circle, but then they are in my eye line when I look across the room.  Most of the class are regulars, and we have made some progress above the basic poses, but since January we have stepped back to basics as new people and some hams have joined these sessions. Last Friday we were doing a simple tree pose, and these fat asses could not stand one one foot for more than a micro second with out tumbling over and nearly wiping out a fellow students with a fat-a-lance of their goobods.  I am no master of the art, I come to yoga class to gain flexibility and help calm my savage brain, but I am getting so frustrated with having to watch these whales in my periferal vision as I try to stay focused on watching the instructor transition between positions.  So I was using the recent re-introduction to the basic poses as an opportunity to check my form and correct any bad habits. As we worked on the tree pose, and it's variations, I was focused on minimizing my corrective warbling and tying to add more grace and fluidity as I added forward hand reaches and bending. But, I was completely distracted because one or more of the hamathas on the other side of the circle could not balace on one foot for even a second, so it kept dropping its  hoove for balance so frequently that it reminded me of a flamingo dance's rapid foot taps.  It was so distracting, that one legged tap dance was making me lose focus. I tried closing my eyes, but I am not skilled enough to hold my balace without looking at a reference mark. That fat fuck was so bad it was knocking two people off balance. Get the fuck out of my class! Edited for spelling and clarity