I got my first “classic sticky excercise mat” yesterday. In some circles, it might be called a “classic yoga mat,” but since it was not produced with the blessings of the Gaiam (pronounced: GAY-am) yoga monopoly, my mat is merely known as a “classic sticky exercise mat” which is fine with me.  It is branded with the Reebok insignia which helps me reserve some manly pride. But only a little.
Mary Milan had a dream the night before about buying me a pimped out sticky exercise mat that was painted in different colors, had tassles, and a button to release adhesive. She must have been let down that the one we brought home turned out to be gay gray.Â
Let’s not forget the gold stitching. Beautiful.