Yesterday, I let my membership at my high priced gym expire and signed up for a 30-day membership at my local community rec center, saving my soon-to-be-unemployed self a whopping $67 a month. The rec center only opened a year ago, so the facility and equipment are new, and they have an Olympic size pool, an absolute must for those swiftly approaching 100+ degree Sacramento summer days. It's also exactly 2 miles from my house and offers a 6:30 pm yoga class. I can do that.
Confession #1: I am a closet snob/judger. Not that I have anything to be snobby/judgy about. I'm not exactly Ms. Superfit. I think its a classic case of thinking nasty things about other people so that I can feel better about myself. So I, Snobby McJudgerson, convinced myself that I'd be able to easily handle the modest rec center yoga routine, since I've gotten pretty good at the yoga class at my former fancier gym.
Nope.
During the class, I came to realize that there are two different types of yoga instructors. #1 concentrates on flowing movements and quickly establishes an easily predictable routine, allowing their students to think less and breathe more. #2 is determined to prove that yoga can provide a kick ass workout, and will make you hold that pose long after you've started shaking,and adds insane balancing poses, just to add a little spice. My old yoga class was instructed by the former, new class, the latter. Fan-friggin-tastic.
Confession #2: I'm very competitive, but I usually only compete when the person I'm competing with doesn't know its a competition. Like, when I'm swimming laps. I'm constantly looking over at the lane next to me racing and/or trying to last longer in the pool than them. That's mildly crazy, but I don't think it's something that other people haven't done before.
What is beyond nutzoid is that I am also competitive at yoga. I try to hold my poses longer, go deeper, breath better than someone else. WTH?!?! I am well aware that this totally negates one of the most important aspects of yoga, obtaining a meditative and peaceful mind, but I can't help it. And, Attila the Yoga instructor, was only making matters worse by making us hold these poses I'd never done before. How is that supposed to help me win?!?! Come on lady, get with the program.
Between all of my looney mental issues, and the fact that I also had work drama on my mind, I wasn't very relaxed when we ended the class in corpse pose. In fact, I felt more tense than when I started.
Um, maybe its time to spend a little more time relaxing. Goal for next yoga class: Breathe.
Namaste.
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