Big mistake. HUGE mistake.
As soon as I started to move I began to pass gas continuously. I was helpless to stop it! I had to get my legs down, but with every move I made every ounce of air in my body was being expelled out of my butt. In sheer humiliation I began to silently laugh. My shoulders were shaking, my face was flaming, tears were streaming down my face and as I laughed my stomach muscles were contracting and with each contraction, another burst. It went on and on until finally my legs were on the ground.
I didn't know what to say and I was too ashamed to look at my instructor. Inside I'm begging her to just laugh, yell, leave, do anything, but no, the silence just dragged on. Do I dare laugh? Is that rude? Do I apologize? What is the etiquette for passing gas for 2 minutes? I wasn't even sure if I could speak, let alone what I would say!
After a few moments of silence (during which I am convinced my instructor was fighting for control like she had never fought before) she resumed the class as if nothing had happened. We didn't do anymore legs-over-the-head poses (no surprise there) and when it was over she thanked me for coming as usual. I, of course, couldn't meet her eyes. A few days later I received notice that the class had been cancelled due to lack of attendance. Lack of attendance my Aunt Fanny! I think we all know why that class isn't offered anymore at the YMCA/JCC.
I just wonder if that poor woman quit being an instructor for good. Traumatizing it must have been. For both of us. A few months later I moved almost 1000 miles away. Coincidence?