My Running Stories

Earning my stories one run at a time. Finding my way from 3 to 26.2 miles.

Mixing is some observations from the mat & reflections from the field.

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Since I skipped my usual Wednesday morning yoga class I decided to go to the Thursday morning, one I haven’t been to in a few weeks. I typecast my yoga instructors (hey, it’s not judging!) and Thursday’s I had decided was a massage therapist as well (no idea if that’s true). I was really looking forward to the deep practice, my back & shoulders were feeling the decrease in yoga and I wanted a good stretch before our final soccer game.

The last few classes i had been she was 5 min late so I didn’t think anything of it. My heart sank when a women came bustling in complaining about talking to NYSC staff and started tinkering with the stereo. I thought the class was canceled.

Worse - it was the yoga boot camp lady! I had one previous class with her when she was subbing…and refused to return until I knew the original teacher was back. I’m all for finding something to gain from each class but there are times when it’s just not worth it - and this was one of them.

If I wasn’t in the middle of the class with my own mat all laid out I would have left. Instead I was a brat again.

But here’s the thing: it wasn’t just the instructor’s personality that wasn’t clicking - I didn’t agree with her teaching style. I’m pretty open and I’m no super yogi but her warrior II arms were all over the place and during tree she had her foot up against her knee. Sounds silly but all basic things, things I taught 3 year olds. And because it’s easy to forget minor adjustments during practice (which is where instructor’s reminders are helpful) I looked around and noticed some of the class with their knees subject to injury. And what confuses me is that the entire time she was verbally guiding about injury prevention - just in a way that was hard to absorb.

My typecast for her is theater dancer, she had show hands (turned out arms), overly cheerful & dramatic.

I know I sound dramatic and negative but I was truly horrified. I understand it’s a gym yoga class and therefore maybe less experience or dedication but I thought I might injure myself by following along.

And don’t get me started on the mountain climbers, “we’re almost done” use of microphone and “drills.”

And yes, I should have just found my own place on the mat and done my own practice (without being a disruption). But the entire class had a little bit of “what-the-…” going on. One woman was in and out (& rude about it), some people were left standing on their mat wonder what exactly the “flow” was.

It wasn’t until the end of class that I noticed a woman a few mats over that would take the cue from the instructor and then work on her own strong practice…..I should have watched her.

I was a few minutes late to yoga this morning but it’s usually a class that starts late and ends late. Of course not today. I was able to sneak in to a spot but instead of the normal few beginning moments of breathing & discussion the class was already in motion. And I was a step behind. 

Not only did I feel out of synch but they were doing lunges … my bruised knee was not a fan. Not of crow which followed either. 

Maybe it’s because it was an off practice for me, but even the teacher, who I normally love was unsettling. Because I hadn’t had a chance to settle on to the mat and get into the flow her instructions came across as pushy. 

Not to mention the sweat! I knew I was going to make use of my towel when I was already suffering from the humidity from my apartment. At first I thought it was just me struggling, though I could collectively hear the class struggling. While the guy next to me seemed as cool as a cucumber, I noticed a guy a few mats down dripping and the girl next to me with a soaked shirt. I then realized that I wasn’t the only one slightly suffering.

Sometimes a yoga class is going to suck. Sometimes the class will be over (though it feels like forever) before you ever get in sync and you’ll walk away with no deep lesson, no freeing thought, no opening movement. Sometimes you leave just knowing that there will be another class (maybe same time, same teacher, just a different day) that will bring you back.