It’s super close to my house and there was a class at the exact same time as my favorite (but far) place. Part of my complaint with yoga is that the classes are 1.5 hours – plus I need 26+ minutes to drive there. So, I reluctantly decided to try this new place out. (The classes are still 1.5 hours, but it only takes 3 minutes to drive there.)
The class was listed at a Level 1-2. I’m back to Level 1 at my fave studio, but it was the only option so I figured I spend some time in child’s pose when I needed.
Well, it was a bust.
First, I live in a very unique area of Orange County that is basically a retirement community. 80% of the ladies that come to my gym are an older set. The few younger clients are assigned to me so I get to work with girls my age, so I don’t really feel it most of the time. (In this class one of the ladies asked if the lights could be turned off because it reminded her of cataract surgery.)
Anyways, there were no sun salutations and just random “do this pose”. Then, we’d be corrected and do it again.
It was boring and didn’t feel like a good stretch or workout or anything. I considered leaving, but thought I should give a real shot.
At one point the instructor had us do head stands up against the wall. I’m tight and haven’t done a head stand in years so I wasn’t going to do it. She came to help me and I announced, “I don’t trust you.” Luckily, she didn’t push me further because I wouldn’t have caved.
What? She is a complete stranger to me and I haven’t done that move in a long time. Don’t judge.
Long story long, I still need to go to yoga (or get a drink).
After class I hit up Costco for $100 worth of veggies. Ben is on a nice little mission to lose weight (completely self imposed and we’ll discuss later). So, I’m making salads for dinner per his request.
I guess banana soft serve is on the menu all week. Score!!!
Question: Would you let a complete stranger help you stand on your head?
I might let Ben help me, but that’s about it.