Think vinyasa yoga, warm, 90 minutes. Now, think chanting (“ohmmmm”), zen encouragement talk, and sweat. Now you know how my first power yoga class went. Personally, I like me a good sweat, I think it’s great. Sweating like that is like living in Houston for the spring, summer, and fall (ha!).
It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy the yoga, it was just that the instructor was kinda strange. Like, zen-strange, our-hearts-are-interlaced-to-each-other’s strange. He gave us all these life mantras as they related to yoga. For example: “push your feet into the floor like you pushed your problems away from you when you came to class.”
Ok, that’s fine. A little weird, but otherwise fine.
Problem is that he kept going. Here are some other quotes that I remember, just off the top of my head:
“Once you want to quit, once you want to leave, that’s when change happens. That’s when you can evolve.”
Wait, what? Maybe I am just too left-brained for this kind of thing.
My other complaint about the class is all the Darth Vader breathing. You know what it sounds like, no need for me to elaborate. I have no idea how people can physiologically exhale so deeply. I don’t know whether to be impressed (major lung capacity!) or weirded out.