Let me tell you a little story about my yoga class yesterday. As of lately I have been attending a Vinyasa yoga class. Vinyasa is a broad term used to describe the act of flowing through poses, while connecting breath with the movements. It’s a step above Hatha yoga, which is the beginning class that my gym offers, and it focuses more on the basic poses, and less on flowing between each pose.
Anyway, yesterday I went to class and everything started out just fine. Then 10 minutes after the class started some guy came in late. Now, I don’t mind people coming to class a little late. 5-10 minutes, whatever, as long as you don’t disrupt others. This is especially true if it is a yoga class, where the environment is quiet, and people are focusing on their breathing.
This guy however must have a very different idea of coming in late to class. He wore flip flops, and flopped his way across the class to get a mat. A mat that he then proceeded to drop down and allow to slap the floor.
Fine, I thought this would be the end of class disruptions. Nope, no such luck. 25 minutes after the class has started (the class is only 55 minutes long) a lady decides to come in. And again, this lady must have had a very different idea of coming to class late. She was wearing wind pants. Wind pants! Who the heck still wears wind pants?
So as I am in downward dog all I can hear is swish swish swish swish swish as she walks to get her mat. Then instead of actually participating in class she just sits on her mat, doing her own stretches and breathing so heavy that it almost sounds like she is snoring.
And of course the story does not end here. The instructor had us move into double pigeon pose, which requires the stacking of legs. It looks like this:
So as the instructor was explaining this pose, she compared the stacking of the legs to the stacking of lincoln logs. Then she said “well, if you all even know what lincoln logs are.” The guy who came in late shouted (shouted!) “I DO!!” and raised his hand. Dude, no shouting in a yoga class.