Have we done this yet? Yoga seems like the only thing allowing me to conitue training. I really wish I did it when I was doing full distance tri’s.
Among the strange people in my yoga classes, one stands out the most. One lady has to disinfect her mat each time. Then her watch alarm goes off in every class. I overheard her say she doesn’t know how to stop it. I want to scream at her to leave it in her car!
I once took a yoga class at a climbing gym. There was a small yoga room and about 15 of us packed in. Normally when you walk in you leave your stuff in a storage space next to the door. Not one lady though. She made sure to keep her climbing shoes with her in the middle of the room in addition to her mat. We all know how shoes smell when you wear them sockless, now multiply that by 10 for climbing shoes. Then multiply that number by 50 because this woman’s shoes were at least 10 years old and her hygiene must’ve been a bit sketchy.
Thanks to this lady the room radiated toxic foot funk from the black lagoon for an hour. No one said anything but I noticed about halfway through people weren’t willing to go as deep into a pose as normal if it meant moving closer to the shoes. I still gag from the memory of it… At least she apologized for her shoes smelling on her way out the door after class.
The only true “strange denizens” I’ve run into in yoga classes (and I don’t do many just because I can’t stand doing the routines at some one else’s pace) are the instructors.
And WTF is it with “hot yoga”? Pointless! The instructors drive me insane – “just staying in the room is a workout!” Seriously? Does any one really believe that BS?
I used to do bikram yoga when I was doing IM’s a few years back; it was great for flexibility, core strength and also recovery after a weekend of long workouts. There was one guy in the class who was doing it to lose weight, but he used to smell like bad deli meat once he got a good sweat going. I used to go to the other side of the studio if I saw he was going to be in class. There was another guy who used to practice some of the poses in the mirror prior to class but it was usually only when an attractive female was setting up near him. Of course, there was more than a few times when someone would take Wind Removing Pose literally and let one rip.
Another bikram fan here - and yeah, the instructors can be dodgy (especially Bikram himself, apparently a very naughty boy)
anyway, in this one class my brother took me to, I went in expecting the standard 90 minute series of poses, but instead the instructor decided to jazz things up with a long stream of patter, music, aerobics-style rah-rah, etc. The worst thing he did was chatter for 5 minutes about Gravity and how great Sandra Bullock was (while we’re all in some damn pose) complete with a spoiler of the ending.
In another class, when i first started doing it, there’s this one pose (Warrior?) where you hold your foot behind you backhand to get into the stretch. Between the mirror and personal spazz I couldn’t get the hold right. So the instructor comes over, grabs my hand, grabs my foot, and gets them organised. When he walked away he says under his breath ‘Jesus. Finally.’
I like my yoga outdoors down by the beach and the strange denizens are mostly the small fluffy dogs that decide to come and join in while they’re out for walkies - just 'coz I’m in the middle of a down dog, you don’t need to come and stick your nose in my ear and sniff my bum.
I’m not a dog, I’m just pretending.
My favourite though was the Bikram teacher who would come and paddle on your toes with her heels while we’re lying face down recovering from the spinal strengthening poses.
Me!!! Pick me!!! I don’t care if she was a girl. It worked.
*The only true “strange denizens” I’ve run into in yoga classes (and I don’t do many just because I can’t stand doing the routines at some one else’s pace) are the instructors. *
*The only true “strange denizens” I’ve run into in yoga classes (and I don’t do many just because I can’t stand doing the routines at some one else’s pace) are the instructors. *
I have a friend who does yoga with a very musical instructor. During the last part when you’re lying there imagining about being in a field with a unicorn and rainbows, the instructor normally plays some nice relaxing music. Homeboy decided to let it rip with his flute. Think of a shirtless skinny dude getting down with a flute. Hard not to laugh. Next class my friend sees the flute case and is prepared. Only he didn’t play the flute, he broke out a clarinet! Ok, so he can do a flute and a woodwind. Something stringed has to come next. Her next visit there, he indeed goes the string route and has a ukulele. What can come next? Percussion? Bells? I really hope he has a tuba.