Last night, I felt good. Real good. Like, I was debating whether to go to yoga, try the new "Body Combat" fitness class, or just go run off all my extra steam on my own because neither of those would be enough for me.
I've got to say, I probably would have chosen the fitness class if it had been anything other than "Body Combat." I had a lot of energy, but it was a happy energy, not an "I want to punch something" energy. But I'd heard the new Thursday night yoga class was challenging, so I figured that would be good enough.
When I walked in, it seemed pretty yoga-like, dark and serene and all, except that the music that was softly playing was one of those generic, poppy, fitnessy songs, where you can practically hear them going, "ONE two three four FIVE six seven eight! ONE two three four FIVE six seven eight!"
Then the music got turned up, the class started, and we were going "ONE two three four FIVE six seven eight!" except it was "Crescent lunge! Warrior one! Pyramid! Warrior three! Again!" And squats. A million squats. (Except of course in this class they were called "Chair.")
I wasn't sure what to think. In a way, it was exactly what I wanted, but never dreamed existed. But in another way, it seems so…unyogalike to fly into poses at double-time. Isn't someone going to get hurt? Possibly someone over 40? Like me? I think next time I have a boatload of energy, I'll try the class again, but this time I'm going to stand off in a corner and do everything on Julie-time.
I had a yoga instructor that moved so fast that I'd just be getting to plank and she was already through cobra and heading to downward dog, so I would end up doing a lunge, start into plank and lift my butt into DD. Most everyone in the class is over 55 some over 60 so we asked her to SLOW DOWN. It's so much nicer now. The Saturday instructor is more into stretching and moves very deliberate and smooth. A great stretching workout. I don't know if I could do a aerobic paced yoga class.
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