A week ago, Kevin and I took a 2 hour beginner’s yoga workshop with Janet Stone at Yoga Tree. This teacher apparently has quite the following. She has DVDs, retreats, t-shirts and teaches others how to be yoga teachers. Our class had only about 15 people (probably because it was such a beautiful day outside). This was a nice size because she was able to provide instructions and give feedback on our poses.
On Friday, we decided to go to one of her classes for all levels. We met another friend there for the 6:15 PM Friday class. I figured that a Friday couldn’t be that crowded. People would much rather be at happy hour on a Friday… not yoga, right? Boy was I wrong, this class had about 100+ people. We have this number because there were at least 10 people per row and about 10 rows. The yoga mats layed out were no more than 5-6 inches apart from each other. This was quite the scene. There were some highly experienced yogis doing all sorts of crazy moves like hand stands, heads stands that jumped to back bends, and a lot of people seemed to be meeting other friends there. The class started with some VERY loud “Om” chants and moved on through a series of flow yoga. I didn’t actually find the practice to be too physically challenging, however, the room was so hot that everyone was sweating so much and it was hard to breathe at times. On certain poses, you were also on your neighbors mat or staring straight at their butt from behind. At least once, we smelled someone with gas added to the smell of body odor and sweat…. The practice ended with a chant sang by the teacher. Her voice was amazing, actually. But, what was more amazing was that she had the crowd join her in a three part harmony of a chant. This was very impressive. I thought it sounded great.
Once the class was over about 1.5 hours later, I was pretty glad to get out of the room. I was walking around the room bare foot and noticed that I kept walking in pools of other people’s sweat…. ugh. It was pretty gross, but, I’m actually still glad that I went for the unique experience. Kevin also realized why most men in the class had gone shirt-less. His shirt looked like he’d just come in from some pouring rain. This was a different world from my typical gym yoga practice which I returned to today.