*grumpy*

[moonwise]

Our yoga instructor must have announced last week that she wasn't going to be around today, because none of the regulars showed up. Instead, we had a Pilates instructor fill in.

I tried very hard not to be grumpy about doing Pilates. There was only myself and one other Indian woman who also had come to do yoga, so it would have been very mean to walk out on the instructor. I gave it a shot and felt like a dork bouncing on the stupid bouncy ball and waved my legs around and whatever. At the end, we had to balance a ball on our feet, which made me feel like a circus attraction. The sub said she knew nothing at all about yoga, which made me wonder why she'd been picked to cover the class.

Being a good sport about something unexpected is something I'm trying to work on in my personality, so I feel happy about giving it a try.

But.

I wanted to do yoga this afternoon, not balance a ball on my feet. Our instructor is really good and the class is good for strength and stretching and relaxing, and it doesn't make me feel dum-dum, and I can even do the "OM" without feeling stupid - it just feels like part of the exercise. I look forward to it every week and I'm still grouchy that I expected one thing and got another.

At least I wasn't a bitch about it for once. :P

Comments

[catnapcat.livejournal.com]

In middle school when ssilverfish and I took gymnastics, our instructor left town for good (taking with him all of our pre-paid lesson money) so the competing gym gave us all a number of free lessons. Unfortunately, the only class they had for our age group was for wannabe cheerleaders, so we spent the whole class doing back handsprings and standing in front of the mirror posed while they adjusted our fists. *nightmare* Better than nothing? I didn't think so.

Sorry to hear you had a crappy sub. The instructor can totally make or break yoga. My instructor was awesome -- very calm, very kind, very natural, very soothing voice. After the class ended I got a yoga video featuring a woman with a perky voice and silvery makeup. That didn't work for me at all, but at least it taught me the sun salute.

[arafel.livejournal.com]

Argh. Yoga is not supposed to be perky, I think - it's supposed to be something of a meditation combined with body awareness. I avoid anything with perky instructors because they annoy me to no end.

That sounds like the class from hell, that cheerleader class you went to. How wretched.