I took a yoga class at the gym this morning. Just the other day my husband and I were talking about why I enjoy practicing with my amazing yoga teacher, Amy, so much when my gym offered yoga classes. I explained how it’s hard for me to get into the yoga mode when I can hear all the grunting and slamming of the equipment of the “muscle men” as the yoga studio is right near where all the body builders tend to work out. It’s hard to be zen when you hear all that racket.
This morning I had to be back home at a certain hour since my older daughter had a soccer game, so Ashtanga Yoga it was. There was a time when I practiced Ashtanga, aka, Power, Yoga often. It’s been a while and I had forgotten how challenging of a workout it is and how much I enjoyed it.
However, I certainly missed Amy. For one, this teacher did not introduce herself. To give her credit, it’s one of my pet peeves. I like it when teachers introduce themselves. I’m sure most teachers have their regulars, but who cares. Greet your students! It’s not so hard to say “Hello, my name is so and so.” She also did not ask anyone of they had any injuries she had to be aware of and worst of all, she didn’t even give us a warm up. We immediately went to Sun Salutations. Maybe that is the way most teachers teach but I have gotten accustomed to how Amy teaches so this felt weird.
Overall, I did leave feeling the class as if I had gotten a good workout. Will I return? Probably. It’s nice to have that option. But I still love my Amy!