FTW- Judging by my colleague Hemal Jhavari’s unrepentant disdain for goat yoga, I can’t wait until she hears about this fitness trend. Beer yoga. Not really sure how it helps with any of the stuff yoga is supposed to help with, but it’s certainly something I can get behind.
OregonLive.com has an interesting story about the practice, which has been around for longer than many think, but is only now starting to take off:
While she said that beer has no inherent benefit to the practice of yoga, adding it in is “just fun.”
“For us, it’s about bringing people together,” she said. “Yoga is something you do for yourself, but beer brings people together. People have been gathering around beer for a long time.”
I'll tell you what, when I woke up this morning I didn't think I was going to have to call into question my own personal belief that beer makes everything better. Turns out life is actually full of surprises, because I'm here to tell you that no amount of booze can make configuring your body into ridiculously unnatural positions more enjoyable.
This isn't some post blasting an increasing popular form of exercise, because I too have subjected myself to the voluntary torture that is said exercise. It's not even a call to the attention of the obvious contradiction between alcohol intake and an athletic activity that requires balance and flexibility. The biggest problem I have with beer yoga is that is could potentially make someone associate the taste of beer with yoga.
I can honestly say that I have never wanted to die more than I did when I was laying flat on my back following an egregiously strenuous stretching session in a 105 degree room. I laid in a pool of my own sweat whispering "namaste" like a conformist asshole that truly believed one peaceful sounding word was going to make me forget that I would have been more comfortable in a public place if I had walked stark naked into an auditorium full of my peers. The last thing I wanted in that moment was to associate with strangers, but a close second was an ice cold beer that wouldn't come remotely close to satisfying my level of discomfort.
Before this very moment I thought that beer was undefeated in ridding group settings of their awkwardness, but it would unquestionably take an 'L' in a situation where it would immediately seep out through your pores and drip wastefully to the ground leaving you with one less ever-so-satisfying shower beer. Fuck church and state, the real separation we need to worry about is brewskis and calisthenics.