I have an excellent yoga studio.
EXCELLENT.
the place is small, with dedicated, focused, diverse teachers
that all offer different reasons for going to work out.
the room is great. cork floor, bamboos walls, warm enough to move.
and it's pretty darn cheap -- a hundred buckaroonies a month for unlimited classes.
i go about three times a week.
monday
was the worst yoga class of my life.
in recollection, a horror of slasher proportions.
the kind of thing that makes me grimace and my neck twitch.
that still bums me out when i recall the experience.
even if maybe it wasn't so bad. :)
our ukranian instructor was teaching.
which, upon not being used to her, is quite severe in itself.
imagine being told to focus and relax by a russian anarchist.
she's kind of the same.
and also, she doesn't understand fire alarms.
imagine focusing, relaxing, breathing, zoning in, balancing, releasing
and suddenly
in the middle of a tiny room
where your focus is loose and pointed at the same time
A HUGE HIGH-PITCHED FIRE ALARM GOES OFF
complete
WITH WHITE FLASHING LIGHTS.
FLASH
NOISE
FLASH
NOISE
FLASH
imagine that.
imagine that you scream and drop immediately into child's pose.
crouching, covering your head, hiding your ears
waiting for the a-bomb to actually commence
imagine that it continues.
on and off
for the rest of the class.
so you drop and cry a lot.
it's entirely unpredictable.
nobody knows when and how it will go off, or how long it will last.
which is the horror of it.
so you continue your practice
ONLY TO BE BASICALLY ELECTRICALLY SHOCKED
over
and over
and
over
again.
monday night yoga. the worst class of my life.
but like i said, my studio is EXCELLENT,
providing the best practice,
the best teachers, the best location,
and the best service.
they gave me some free stuff.
ancient wisdom of yoga paired with dub.
oh my god. I would have been pissed. glad you got a free CD out of it!
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