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I took a new yoga class on Tuesday… a morning one. 

It ended up being a sub. Despite the overwhelming broadway show tunes (so loud that you feel like you’re inside the speaker) it was a pretty restorative class and exactly what was needed after little stretching or sleep previously.

Not my favorite but I’d take it again. 

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I ended up taking the evening yoga class as well, it’s been a while since I’ve gone to the regular Tuesday night one and I forgot how much I enjoyed it. I went directly after my run and as I peeled off my compression socks I realized the reservoir had left me with two ankle cuffs of dirt. Lovely. Wonder what the people behind me thought.  I need to start going to this class again. She did a ton of core work with planks (but not crazy bootcamp lady style) and hip openers…plus some new poses which was a nice change up from the usual flow. 

Also, I kind of want to be her friend - she definitely checks out some good bands, her playlist had some Nora Jones/Oasis live cover / Michael Jackson.  As much as I love Krishna Das (truly, picture growing up with doors & window wide open, surfboards & yoga mats laying around and this mixed in with Bob Marley & Beuno Vista Social Club blaring on the stereo) I give major points to teachers who can make other genres work (not so much on the broadway front). 

I was still trying to sort out this whole new hamstring / glute nonsense so laid low on some of the poses. 

What may have been the best part of the class : learning that mountain climbers are also called flying monkey

Goal: 3m SloFasy 

Path: from gym to reservoir & bit of road  

Intensity: ??  Closest to old numbers, want to think I tried to focus on SloFasy  (.5m slow 2m fast .5m easy) 

Injuries: Lightest hip pain to this point, calf pain (wore CS) … ran straight from yoga. 

Most of the yoga classes I take are Vinyasa. However, as I’ve increased my practice and started taking classes during the day I’ve explored my options. Mondays there’s a Hatha class at my gym, I’ve taken it a couple of times and didn’t notice much difference than a studio class. The instructor had a very familiar approach plus she used eucalyptus which is a relaxing touch. That said, I’m not overly dedicated to the time & class. However after some rough weekend runs I decided to go this week.  

There was a sub, apparently he had been there last week and would be there next and viewed it as a three part series in which each class would have a focus. This class was water flow and energy. Now, I don’t get too far into energies and the deeper spirituality of yoga but I am opened minded to it and usually just take away what works for me. 

I had a hard time really “getting” what he was saying in terms of energies …. but it didn’t bring out my bratty yoga face! Maybe it was the small class size, maybe it was the sincerity and knowledge that he demonstrated (he had the control and strength over poses that I aim for) or maybe it was having no expectations for the class. Who knows.

We started off the class with massages! Massaging our faces, legs (shin splits still suck) and shoulders (still ridiculously tight). 

It wasn’t like a class that I’ve ever taken before,  I didn’t even break a sweat! 

 I don’t know if I’ll go back next week, but I definitely prefer that over Monday’s evening potential : yoga boot camp lady!

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.

Rocked my knee pad during yoga last Friday, which came in handy during lunges.

It was a super crowded class (whoops, didn’t reserve a spot before hand).

The class focus was on the alignment of Triangle Pose {Trikonasana}

{image source / pose instructions}


I really need to work on opening up my shoulders …

My arms were struggling holding them up during all of the poses. 

I was feeling it in my sides from all the twists on Saturday morning.

Should keep up with this pose outside of the class room - targets abs, arms & stretches hips - perfect!

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. 

 I have (secretly) (and admiringly)  started referring to my Wednesday yoga instructor as kickass Gumby. This women has such strength that not only can she quickly jump into a pose but she does it with control and grace. Much like the video above. The type of instructor that can easily contort into a pose that has 1/2 the class sighing in awe and 1/2 the class laughing in doubt. And while you know it will take a lot of practice to get to that level it opens up the room and encouragement to try new poses, to trust yourself to challenge yourself.  

Was it the “downward dog, please” every.single.time. ?

Or

The 500 mountain climbers in plank?

Or

The 300 “straighten&bend” while in warrior II?

Or

The squats that sort of resemble chair pose but not really?

Must have been the gym instructor microphone and the sighs (not exhales) that were broadcasted. I wasn’t entirely convinced she was a yoga instructor but rather a dancer who picked up some yoga moves.

I tried to be open-minded, I did. ….

Only, 10 min into the class and I had a full fledge crank face on.

                            {source}

In fact, I apologize to the rest of the class for my bratty expressions. But I don’t think I found my new Monday Night Yoga class.

I was not prepared for a boot camp. Did my arms & abs need a challenge? Yes. Did my hip flexor need to be tested out? Yes. But I was looking for a deep stretch - body & mind.

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The guys behind me were getting a lot out of the class. What equally impresses me as the people who are moving gracefully into a pose, are the people who are stepping outside their comfort zone…those that know when they need to step back into child’s pose.

Hopefully they weren’t too thrown off by the girl in front of them that was one breath away from an eye rolling sigh.

Hey, not every class is guaranteed to be zen.

made a deal with myself : must go to yoga if I wanted to go for my long run. 

Finally made it to a 12:30 class near my apartment. 

My first time having to register … calling at 12 probably wasn’t the smartest.

I was 7th on the waitlist  - we all made it. 

Only to discover it was a teacher I had taken at a different location a few times and finally stopped going after not enjoying the class. 

But I was there & I needed it. She did do a lot of hip openers and even some new-to-me poses but I was still unhappy with her habit of loudly pointing out adjustments, awkward commentary and instructions. 

Plus there was no music. It’s harder for me to stay focused on the mat without music.