Monday, October 10, 2011

Yoga Exorcism

I think I had some kind of exorcism in yoga today. Again. These happen with some frequency.

I've decided they're good, but they definitely feel like hell. This one was brief, not a full on crying jag like I've had. But, the teacher tonight was very much on pushing my hips forward. They do tend to live behind me due to whatevah whatevah. But, I pushed them pretty far forward in Camel. First set, I was in for about three seconds, then out. Got up for second. Pushed those hips, fell out, came back in at teacher's request, and literally came up gasping. I don't know if it was mental or physical or some odd combination of the two, but it was pretty nutso.

So that was my afternoon. We'll see what happens tomorrow...

Sunday, October 2, 2011

3 Months

3 month-versary last Tuesday (I refuse to use "anniversary" because "anni"=annual)

Never really thought I'd reach three months after my first class. I remember walking out and just sort of feeling like, "No, I don't want to, there's no point." But, clearly, something got me coming up and keeps me coming back. If anything, now, I find that without a regular practice I start to notice aches and pains. I had to miss 10 days due to shows/scheduling/etc. My knees, my upper bueno.

September (and all it entails) has ended. Hoping now I can return to a more regular practice. Going to make it a thing to be there Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, Saturday mornings, and whenever I can Sunday. May even be really crazy and try for the 6:30 class tomorrow morning...we'll see.


So, last night's 6pm class ended up being the fun one. We had a French guy and his girlfriend come in. When we asked if he had done Bikram: "I've done hot yoga" which could mean a million things. But that's all we could get. As my manager observed later, when he refused towels, we should have known there would be a problem. Apparently, he raised a fuss about 5 minutes into class because the teacher wasn't letting him separate his feet and out he marched to me.

Had to deal with the lovely "This isn't yoga. This is bullshit" for a good 5-10 minutes. Assured him he would get his money refunded and he finally left. It's whatever, I get it, it's not for you...but did you have to make such a big deal about it? People come to this place because they want to. People teach this yoga because they love it.

So I go back to vacuuming and folding towels. Right around triangle, poor girl comes out white as a sheet. Couldn't get her to focus or really speak coherently. She ended up sitting on the floor of the bathroom, but didn't actually throw up. Got her senses back and finished the class. Honestly, I don't think I could have. I was legit impressed.

Here's the fun karma part: Frenchmen left behind a SmartWater that he had bought but never opened. Came in handy after all!