I’ve been on a bit of a yoga high lately. I am doing yoga everyday, I’m thinking about yoga, and even dreaming about yoga thanks to yoga teacher training. Naturally, when I went for a weekend getaway in the Hamptons, I sought out a yoga class to start off my weekend. I think my happy yoga bubble popped a little.
Foolish of me to think everyone that teaches/practices yoga is kind, calm, and compassionate. You know when you go to church as a kid and you just assume that everyone is a good person? Just because they are a church? Not so. I’ve been blissfully practicing my yoga in my Yogaworks happy place with lovely people, that I totally didn’t think I might not enjoy this style of yoga. I didn’t even occur to me to look anything up about this class.
I walk in to a room full of very fancy women (Hamptons) and the yoga instructor looked like she just had glamour shots taken. I, in my non lulu lemon yoga clothes, proceeded cautiously through the fashion show, grabbed two blocks and a cozy blanket for savasana, and strategically placed my mat out of the way. The room filled up quickly, and there was maybe an inch between all the mats, which was slightly too close for me.
The lady next to me then told me to put one of my blocks and blanket away (apparently she was a regular). I was quite surprised and then my inner 5 year old came out and I said no! I want my props, thank you. She proceeded to tell me that it might impede me jumping back since I’m new. I’m not new to yoga actually, thank you, and I’ll manage.
Strangest class ever. The room was super hot with no air, packed with bodies that you had to dodge while moving into poses. My new friend next to me was breathing out of her nose like a car engine dying on me. I’m getting pretty good in Sanskrit and kind of proud that I know the names of the poses, but I have no clue what this teacher was saying. There was no flow and people quickly moved into poses out of habit it seemed.
Again, my inner 5 year old was fired up, and about 45 sweaty, uncomfortable minutes into the class, I totally left! I don’t think I’ve ever done that but I was so not into it. Anyway, the lesson is to actually look at the class before you sign up, and just because I’m becoming a yoga teacher, not all styles of yoga are for me! Everyone has their own tastes and preferences. I can step out of my comfort zone, but ultimately I’ve found what works for me. Then I can laugh at myself and try not to make eye contact when my new bossy yoga friend showed up at the same beach I was at later that day! Awkward.