AND THERE IT GOES...

I have a masters degree in exercise physiology. I compete on a national level. Yet, here I am teaching beginning conditioning in a night class at a community college. Most of these people look like they're exhausted just from getting to class. But, still, I will try.
We start, as usual, with some warm-up stretching. Touch toes. And there are groans. Reach up to the sky with their hands and stand on their toes. Some can and some can't. Shit, I know someone in class is going to have a heart attack, so I start reviewing my CPR classes in my mind.
Time to get down on our mats. This takes a minute - it takes some work for some to collapse on the floor. Stretch on thier backs. Good, they can lay down well. Ok now knees up to their chest and...
Brrufft. It was a small sound, still there was a deadly silence in the class. I asked them to stretch some more and to try to pull their knees further to their chests.
BRRUUFFFTT! came out of someone.
Now this was a mostly adult class, but there is just something about farts and fart jokes.
There was a titter, then a guffaw, someone started laughing. It wouldn't stop. These grown-ups were rolling over in laughter.
After a few minutes, everyone calmed. But there were still giggles and actual smiles. The class was loose and they began to enjoy it. Relaxed.
I'm bringing a fart pillow to my next class I thought, still chuckling at the group of adults starting to play like children.