supercheesegirl

Made it to yoga last night. Unfortunately, the usual Monday night instructor who I love is on vacation, and we got the Thursday night instructor as a sub. I don't love her Thursday night "stress relief yoga" class (which is good because I usually have class with Lucia on Thursdays instead), and I really really didn't love her last night. I didn't like the way she structured the sun salutations, or the way she described poses. In particular, the way she had us come up out of forward folds made me dizzy--I've been practicing long enough to do it properly, but newer people might not have known how to do it differently so they wouldn't get dizzy. Dizzy yoga students is a bad thing. There were good aspects of the class: I liked how she warmed up every area of the body, and how she focused on letting go of all the stress we carry. There are things I'd steal from her, but overall, didn't love the class, didn't love her style, and spent a good chunk of the class being annoyed. It's getting to be time for me to have the credentials to back myself up. I need to start researching yoga teacher training, for real. I'm thinking next spring. (I got enough shit going on this fall.)

Have you seen the Bing Bong Brothers video? (Not safe for work unless you've got headphones.) I've had that song stuck in my head ALL MORNING.