So tonight I went to a yoga class with a coworker.
It was an office space converted into a yoga studio with carpeting and floor to ceiling mirrors. There was an array of characters, including the lady behind us not wearing a bra, or the dude with m00bs without a top on.
Whatevs, I don’t judge. Yoga is yoga, and who am I to say what people should and shouldn’t wear right? Right.
So, aside from the fact that it was a quasi-bikram class – in that it was hotter than my usual Power Hot Vinyasa classes I’ve been going to on Sunday afternoons, but was more bikram style with the 26 or so poses.
It was nice to try something a little different. The instructor was super friendly which is always, always a plus.
But at the end of class, when you go into shavasana – meditation – which is also the most important part of yoga – to clear the mind and just….breathe, people just left.
There was no conclusion of our practice, no words of wisdom sending us off in peace and worse yet, there was no Namaste. The light in me honors the light in you. Or what you say to the yoga class when you are finished your practice (duh.).
The lights were off, but as my coworker and I rolled over onto our mats slowly like you do when you come out of shavasana, we realized we were like 2 of 5 left in a room that once held closer to 30.
So class just like ended? Just like that? Weird.
That being said, I’ll likely still go back if only because it’s literally right next to my store so the convenience factor is a major WIN.
Tomorrow night? Restorative yoga. Awesome-pants. Last week it was like yoga with a massage added in. Huzzah!