I’ve recently amped up the yoga practice.
Signing up for monthly unlimited classes has been an incentive that drags me to the studio two to three times a week. The studio is also running a summer challenge – complete 30 days of yoga in three months – with the opportunity to win a trip to Bali in the end. Who wouldn’t go for that?
Truth be told, I will have to work at getting in 30 classes. I’m only at 18 and will need to keep up a dedicated pace in the month of August to finish.
Anyhow, during a recent practice, teacher Lisa was on a roll, in a very special zone. This was a vinyasa (power) yoga class in a heated studio (around 90F, 32C). It was also hot outside, so we were all destined to sweat.
Lisa began with a warm-up, per usual, which involves positions called child’s pose, table top, cat/cow, thread the needle, and a few more. It’s a way to warm up the body and start breathing in through the nose, out through the nose.
Enough of that crap must have been Lisa’s inner cry as she began what would be 20-30 minutes of 90 miles per hour yoga.
Downward Dog! Plank! Chaturanga!
Chair Pose! Forward Fold! Rise to Mountain!
Warrior I! Reverse Warrior! Warrior II!
(Don’t forget to breathe!)
Triangle! Half Moon! Back to Warrior II!
By the time the series ended (there were a number of additional poses unnamed above), my towel was drenched, the mat was heavily dripped upon and I was thinking OMG! Lisa’s guidance and cadence are always great, but today she was on an urgent mission.
We finally…finally ended up on our backs, on the mat, waiting for the next thing to happen.
Lisa happened to walk past me and I asked,
“Did you have too much caffeine today?”
Lisa repeated my question, which was met with laughter by the other heavy sweaters in the room. I was not alone. They understood the fast and furious speed of instruction.
Yogi Lisa answered my question with a “no,” but I swear she was lying.
I made it through class, to the final resting pose of Savasana, without fainting or dying. As my reward, I stayed for the Yin practice, which is mat work in an unheated room, with an intent to stretch and breathe and be present. The front doors are opened and the cooler breezes sneak in during class.
It was a good way to calm down from Lisa’s snappy session and be entertained by the Pokemon Go event that kept walking past the front doors.
(I bet the Pokemon people were only sweating from figuring out their next move, or whatever it is they do.)
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