I don’t know if you remember my previous post about yoga and how much I hate it, but I took a class this past weekend, and I loved it. The instructor was amazing, and the atmosphere made it all that much better.
There were only 5 people in the class. The studio has a ton of windows and natural light, and outside the windows are climbing vines and other plants. Beautiful. Warm, Welcoming.
The instructor was so light and bubbly and so not “yogi,” which I just can’t stand. She was edgy with tattoos up and down her arms. She didn’t play your typical yoga music with a freakin’ babbling brook in the background, she played Zeppelin and Hendrix. Pink Floyd.
It was so laid back, yet so difficult. She barely did any of the positions herself. She came to each person individually to make sure we were all doing everything correctly.
I’ve never had sore forearms before, but after that, I did. She worked muscles in my upper body that I didn’t know existed.
I will be going back. In fact, I may even buy a package. Anyone who lives in North Jersey and wants a good yoga class, let me know =D
Last night, I attended my first ever group yoga class. I HATED IT. For many reasons. Now, I’ve only ever done yoga with the p90x program, and my friend is a yoga instructor, so I’ve done brief yoga sessions with her. But never in a group class at a gym. That alone is a turn off for me because I don’t really like group classes.
So, this was a vinyasa class. Which I didn’t know upon entering because the schedule just says, “Yoga.” So that sucked. The instructor turned off the ceiling fans and closed the door to the studio so it was a muggy 80 degrees in there. This wasn’t supposed to be a modo yoga session, just regular yoga. Like, what are you doing?
The instructor also never left her spot at the front of the room. I know people (including myself) were doing things incorrectly and she did not once step out on the floor to correct anyone. This just seems like poor instruction, if you ask me (which you didn’t, but I’m telling you anyway).
All in all, I spent an hour sweating my ass off and twisting my body into weird positions, not knowing if I was hurting myself or not.
At least i sweat a lot during it? I guess.
I HATE YOGA. AHHH! Going to do it now and then shower and break up boxes that have been sitting in the foyer since I moved in.
Oops, it isn’t yoga day. It is Shoulders & Arms day…..A SIGH OF RELIEF.
I can never remember what day of the week it is since I’m unemployed.
P.S. remember weeks ago when I was having diarrhea for like.. a week? Well, still happening. I guess I must learn to live with it because it is never going to stop! WTH?!?!?
She is really big into her health, her wellness, and the dreaded yoga (well, I dread it at least!). So she has had a few inspirational things to say and I was going to write a whole thing about her, but I think she worded everything she had to say beautifully, so I’m just going to quote her.
What got you into fitness and healthy living? And do you find that it is a happiness that comes in and through hard work rather than what is present when there is not work? I always find that to be the case. Yoga is NOT easy, not eating chocolate is NOT easy, etc. But its a different kind of happiness, a more spiritual happiness, if you will, that is attained than giving into the immediacy of one’s desires… Its a form of cultivation. I think about healthy things a lot and I know A LOT about healthy things. Makes me SO happy to hear that you are taking care of your body. Also, fitness is not only about the physical. Fitness is mental fitness as well… so that needs to be figured out. Also, my one word to you: TEA!!!! Tea is so important. It is liquid goal, so to speak.
She has grown to be such a beautiful woman with a beautiful mind and spirit. It’s amazing how life guides you to people when you need them most. I have not spoken to her in years and all-the-sudden, there she is! Ready to motivate me and inspire me to work for my goals and aspirations.
It was the first time I did Yoga in weeks because I hate it and I had been skipping it. My flexibility is so poor, but I powered through. The meditation at the end is my favorite part. I blew out the candles because they were distracting me, closed my laptop because Tony Horton is so irritating with his “MMMMMMMMMs” & was in total silence for about 5 minutes.
I’m definitely PMSing. I’m unmotivated and exhausted and just wanna eat everything in my path.
It’s pretty warm out though so I have my windows open and the breeze might feel nice while yoga-ing. Maybe I’ll light a few candles and turn off the lights. I did that once before and I fell right to sleep after.