A studio in San Francisco offers a semi-weekly “ganja yoga” class. Here’s what happens when you blaze it and then bend it.
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Jess: I moved to San Francisco two months ago, and I'm still trying to soften some of my rough New York edges. In the name of assimilating, I've been trying to do as many stereotypical Bay Area things possible. I've eaten at a gluten free paleo restaurant in Berkeley. I've hung out with Tech Bros at startup parties. But last week, I did probably the most San Francisco thing I've ever done: WEED YOGA.
"Ganja yoga" is exactly what it sounds like: everyone in the class spends 15 minutes getting high together — you can smoke a joint or a bowl, or vape, or consume edibles — and then everyone does a 75-minute yoga class together. (Participants have to have a medical marijuana card issued by the state of California.)
Mathew: I'm NorCal born-and-raised and have been living in SF for about five years now. I got my medical marijuana prescription when I was 18 and have been getting it renewed every year.
Honestly, I've been a little stoned for pretty much every yoga class I've gone to as an adult. So naturally, I was quite excited about doing a yoga class where I didn't have to hide the fact that I was blazed when I arrived. Then, unbeknownst to me, we could even smoke and vape DURING the class.
Jess: We climbed upstairs to the class, which is held in an art studio in SoMa. People were already milling around smoking, and the room was already starting to get kind of a hotbox vibe. As they blazed, a guy scanned our ID and medical marijuana cards and then handed us each a free joint. I have never had this happen at Crunch Gym before!
Inside the yoga room, about 10 people had already laid their mats down and were sitting in small groups, talking quietly and smoking or vaping. A woman handed us free samples of her company's weed-infused caramel popcorn, which I decided NOT to try, lest I have a Maureen Dowd moment in the middle of a crow pose.
Mathew: Yeah, I didn't eat any of the weed popcorn either. Edibles aren't always good to me, and I wasn't going to risk a messy situation around my soon-to-be good friends.
Once in the main room, we left our bags and socks in the designated areas and put down our mats. We had to split up because of space, so I said I'd be happy to take my place in the back corner of the room, which the teacher informed me was "the worst spot, because of the breeze."
Luckily the breeze wasn't too strong and didn't prevent my lighter from working.
Free joint.
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