Walking past the sweaty and straining gymmers, with veins popping out of their necks and surrounded by weights, I step into the faux-yoga studio, complete with a non-working fountain and fake stone garden.
This is gym yoga.
Attending a class named just “Yoga”, I had no idea what I was in for.
Chris, the Tai Chi master, was taking said “yoga” class. It was a slow and relaxing combination of Tai Chi, yoga and meditation. How divine.
“Step one foot out to the side, reach down with your one arm, and lift the other towards the sky”. While I’m busy placing my feet absolutely Ashtanga perfectly, everyone else is already flopped over and hanging around in the triangle pose. Right, specifics do not matter in this class.
“If you’re struggling, grab a block and rest your hand on that for support.” Huh? Blocks in yoga? Ah well, give it a go. I placed a block down and leant on it for support and immediately threw it aside. Such cheating!
What felt like 5 minutes later, “Okay, let’s rest and prepare to end the class”.
Sure. Okay. Cool.
People bash gym yoga classes and say that they don’t teach proper yoga principles and blah blah blah…whatever…I enjoyed the class. It was super-chilled, super-relaxing and I left feeling super-awesome.
I’m going back again to another vague “yoga” class to see what I get. It’s like a lucky packet 🙂