i power yoga'd, i farted, i never showed my face there again

Once upon a time I was really into yoga.  I finished college, got a for realz job, got a really for realz apartment and started going to my local YMCA.  It was there that I discovered power yoga.  This woman who was legit like 75 years old taught the class and she could pop and lock it better than the waspy yuppy young moms could.  I had no business being in this class considering I hadn't practiced yoga in years but I thought...fuck it I'm young I can twerk this.  One night we were practicing head stands and grandma yogi told me to throw myself up there and that i can do it.  As I am in mid flight to getting my head stand on I let out the loudest fart ever recorded in the universe.  Now the class goes dead silent because that's how loud and echo-ing this fart was.  I was in my headstand with my face turning a deep shade of purple when i slowly brought myself down into child pose then eventually a fetal position omg is this my life pose.  What was really comical about the whole thing was that the people surrounding me followed my move from head stand to child pose, to fetal position omg is this my life pose.  Once class was over I booked it the hell out of there, didn't make contact with a soul and never showed my face again.
Flash forward to yesterday where I went to my first yoga class since "the fart to end all farts" happened with my cousin Vanessa.  We didn't even start doing any yoga moves when some dude ripped a ridiculously loud fart.  I immediately froze.  I was convinced this was a test from the universe.  Vanessa was trying to hard to stifle her laughter and I just sat there unfazed.  I get it dude and I am not going to make you feel like you can never show your face in  this class because you ripped a hard one.  Vanessa was on to me and she was like we need to address the fart-er in yoga class...it was then that I had confession time with Vanessa which is now becoming confession time with whoever reads my ramblings.  I hope to see you next week in class fart-er don't be a punk like me and let your fart dictate your yoga.