Ah, yes. Google “orgasm on treadmill” and guess who’s #1?
Hi. That would be me.
Apparently I’ve taught the world a lot about odd things that can occur when exercising.
I just never thought I’d teach my teacher (and entire class) about these odd things.
I continue to take a yoga class where my flexibility and bendy parts still service me well. As you may remember I’m quite good at the “plow” pose. It was while in the “plow” Monday morning that my teacher decided to make an example out of me.
“Can you bring your hips straight up and your legs out?”
Of course everyone in the class turns to look at me.
I started to do it until I noticed the eerie silence in the room and the fact that all eyes were on me. When I move out of plow, I queef. Hardcore.
I dropped out of the pose quickly and mumbled “I’m always afraid I’ll queef when I do that.”
“Excuse me what?”
“Queef, you know, a, uh, a vaginal toot?”
This is when my yogini laughed hysterically and thanked me for giving a name to this COMPLETELY COMMON yoga freak of farting. And in fact if you DON’T queef chances are you’re not doing it right.
So queef with pride my sisters, it’s one fart that lets you know you’re doing something right.