On Saturday, I went to my first yoga class near my new home. I wasn’t sure what to expect from a Power Yoga class at a rock climbing gym, but I have to say it left me feeling grateful, inspired, and excited to explore a whole new yoga community!
The studio was beautiful. The people were friendly. The teacher, an athletic type, was decent. Though, I didn’t love his sequencing or that he kept saying “High Plank”–There’s only ONE Plank Pose, Mister. But he offered some challenging poses, lots of Andrey Lappa-inspired arm stretches, and he said “damn”–which I happen to find hilarious in a yoga class setting. Here’s the context: “Some people, damn them, can bind in this pose. I don’t how! Oh yeah. Like that! That’s beautiful, and forget that whole ‘Damn you’ thing.” Ha!
Will the studio/rock climbing gym be my new home? That is yet to be determined, as there are a many more to try before I settle on one.
How did you pick your studio/teacher?
I like cussing in yoga, too! How sailoresque of me. 😛 Haha, truly, though, I just like when teachers (and students) are real.
I pick my teachers via word-of-mouth, Yelp (reviews are often on point), and researching names I've heard on good ol' Google.
My first teacher almost 15 years ago was the only one in town. Second one a couple of years later was the same situation. And my current studio was owned by a woman I had known in grade school.