This is the day my thoughts of trying yoga began, back when I started hiking with my friend who's a yoga pro.
My workout and nutrition accountability partner took be to a nearby studio where I got to try out classes free for a week. And don't worry, I made sure to get my monies worth!
What I like about the studio:
- It's only 4 months old. Everything is clean and new.
- The facilities are fancy. There's a spacious locker room, showers and even water/towels/mats for rent or purchase.
- The classes are split up by level, so I'm in a room with other yoga newbies.
- The instructors have gone out of their way to be nice: learning my name, remembering what poses I'm working on, etc.
- At the end of the workout I feel like I've had a full body massage. I'm relaxed and my muscles feel all loosey-goosey.
But here's the dilemma. While I have a few people that I love, i don't like yogis in general. While I don't mind the quiet meditation at the end, they openly talk about shining hearts and chakras. Heart centers and third eyes are a part of the workout routine. And worst of all, they manage to look serene while I'm sweating like a beast in the "cool" 90 degree room. And unlike Fitness Ranes where we end with a cheer, at the end of a yoga practice you bow, namaste and then clap for the instructor.
For now I'm going to stay focused on the positives. Maybe I'll just continue to quietly meditate while all the touchy-feely talk goes on.
And now for the pic of the week:
My alma mater, Furman University, had an event to increase their online presence (and raise funds too, of course). This was my contribution for #DinsDay
Namaste... Oops, I mean, Mahalo!