Tammy,
Today I was running late for a yoga class at a gym. I got there just as the previous class was letting out. I went into the room and practically the entire floor was already covered with mats. As I walked throughout the room looking for a space, I didn’t see any friendly faces looking at me. I found some empty floorboard space near a woman who was packing up to leave from the prior class. I could see she wasn’t thrilled about me and my mat.
The teacher arrived and asked people to create a couple of spots for the expected latecomers as they were coming from a significant distance. I didn’t see any happy faces at this request.
About ten minutes into class we heard a car horn beep and then beep again. I think the driver was trying to say, “Save me a spot.” Knowing the crowd I was with, I wouldn’t put it past the motorist.
At the end of class I wanted to ask the teacher something. I waited in line for my turn and noticed a woman approach the same area and wait too. When I was done I looked back and noticed she was third in line.
I’m relatively new to yoga and I thought yoga practice was supposed to be a friendly place, as they say, a community. Maybe I’m wrong. Perhaps the code name for power yoga is killer yoga, kripalu yoga is really known as cripple you yoga, and smokers enjoy ashtongue yoga.
Gary Kahn
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