I took a different kind of yoga class from a new instructor tonight at the Y. I took her Bodypump class yesterday and the music was on the country side of rock/southern rock. Good stuff. The instructor was the peppy spirit you expect when it comes to group exercise classes.
So there were I was in the yoga and our instructor (same women) was channeling someone with a distinct British accent. It was like Dame Edna was teaching the class. I had a hard time keeping from laughing. She also had such exaggerated prosody that I kept picturing Dori's whale talk scene in Finding Nemo.
Could she have had a stroke?