The first couple of June Wednesday yoga classes haven’t been awesome for me. I’ve been late or not had time to settle in. The teacher, who I normally enjoy, came across as pushy to me and I had trouble getting in synch.
Last week redeemed it all. There was the 5 min discussion before the practice began that set the tone.
I randomly checked my horoscope after reading HTP’s post. I don’t usually put too much belief into horoscopes but enjoy checking them out every once in while.
Part of it was echoed during yoga :
You are loving everything that your life is showing you. It’s revealing new ideas and options. - source
Not only was it mentally a good class but there was plenty of hip-flexor loving lunges. Silly bruised knee (still!) had me sitting out of crow but still got plenty of hip openers.
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.
Was it the “downward dog, please” every.single.time. ?
The 500 mountain climbers in plank?
The 300 “straighten&bend” while in warrior II?
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.
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.
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.