I decided to go back to yoga today—not to my regular class, but to one I know to be much easier, because I'm still working on recovering from my injury. The downside was that this class is taught by a woman whose personality sometimes rubs me the wrong way, but maybe just because she is Billings' generally accepted queen yoga guru, and I have a problem with authority figures.
Anyway, she walked in and proclaimed that the local newspaper was interviewing her for a feature story in the Health section and that a videographer would be coming in to shoot the class for the online edition. So the first 20 minutes of class was her talking about this, adjusting music and lighting levels, and anxiously waiting for the guy to arrive. The next 20 minutes was an exaggerated, slow-motion version of her class for the benefit of the camera (she actually had us redo one series because she was afraid the videographer had missed it) and coaxing people to stand in front of it and talk about her. The last 20 minutes I spent basically giggling with a friend of mine about the whole situation—until we realized she was asking us in that calm yet authoritative voice to shut up and let everyone else do their savasana thing.
So…it's all good. Yoga was terrifically amusing, and I was happy to find that I can now do two yoga pushups in a row. Plus I might be famous or something.
She reminds me of the instructor @ my first yoga class (I didn't go back). My friend and I explain her as too yoga(ish). My current yoga instructor is wonderful (I'm the one in the back giggling @ myself because I'm not very flexible, yet), but she smiles and offers a lot of encouragement. [sigh] Instructors like that are worth every penny.
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