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I loved my Tuesday yoga class so much. Having to switch because of swim classes really bummed me out. I found out that the Harrisburg Y has yoga on Mondays at 9:30. Perfect time. Perfect day. So I decided to check it out.
I brought Grant to the child watch, kissed him good bye, and headed for “studio B”.
“Studio B” is as big as a closet.
Literally.
Two retired women are sitting on their mats talking about how cold it is.
The teacher is fiddling with her CD player.
I lay out my mat and start trying to relax.
Slowly the room fills.
At this point, I cannot stretch out my arms without hitting a wall or a person.
This is going to be a long hour.
The teacher opens her mouth and out comes a horrifying Souther Drawl.
Yaw'll, whe gonna git starrrted. Lemme flip on myyyy music.
On comes Brian McKnight. The R&B singer. He's about as zen as a dog barking.
Now, this class is called “gentle yoga” which is a step down from the “basic yoga” I had been taking. Someone should let the teacher know how that works. She powered through sun salutations like we were at some sort of a yoga race. She also didn't know or didn't use the yoga names for different poses. For example, she would say to “come back to standing” which really meant “come back to your fold” (or touch your toes). Occasionally she would stop to tell us how much she “just loooovvvveeeeeeeeees the music.”
Between the racing through poses, the twang and the music... I couldn't take it. After 35 minutes I packed up my mat and left.
I will not be going to that yoga class again.
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