I know that I discuss yoga a bunch. I didn't realize how spoiled I was by the yoga community in Phoenix until I relocated. Santa Fe has a few instructors that I enjoy aspects of their classes. Some have moderately challenging flow classes that I have come to like. The music is terrible and that has not improved or changed. The other day, on Tuesday, the girl played Fantastic Voyage. I approached her afterwards and thanked her for including that song and told her that I preferred practicing to rap/r&b as it is all about the beat. Yoga is like dance and an upbeat tempo aids in the process. Or, at least, it does for me.
I spent a few days in Denver and thought I would check out a new studio. I was a client of a power based studio for a few years while living there. They offer bikram and vinyasa classes. I enjoyed frequenting the studio and as a visitor to Denver, I would have returned to the studio if they offered a more approachable rate. $20 to drop into a yoga class is too much. I know that a sumit's studio is opening in Littleton and I considered stopping by to see their progress. I believe they hope to open in early June. I like the ladies that own that studio and looked forward to seeing them. I wish it had been open. I would have felt at home in that studio, I know.
Instead, I went to a different studio based on a recommendation from a girl in Santa Fe. She said that she practiced with a few instructors from the studio and that they played awesome music. To drop in was $15 and I was excited.
I should have went to the noon class with the instructor she mentioned. However, I opted to attend the 9:15 class and roll the dice. The music was terrible. For me, my mind wanders about what I would rather be doing. The flow was lame and I did sweat as the room was heated. I just didn't feel that I benefited from the class. My mind wandered and I kept envisioning jacking up my hamstring because I was bored and getting pissy from the crappy vinyasa flow.
I suppose the lesson is that I was extremely fortunate to practice yoga in Phoenix. There are several studios that offer the yoga that I like. Challenging, changing flows with music that I prefer. I left feeling refreshed and that I did take time to focus on me and my health.
I remain hopeful that I will find a niche in Santa Fe to practice. This one guy that seems to think he is a yogi god is not. I have tried several of his classes. The music is consistently bad--think cellos, chimes or slow. We do a ton of half splits in each class and he likes to practice on other people's mats which is sacrilege to me. I don't want to touch anyone else's mat, sweat or space. Each class, this guy, is like--turn to the right and low lunge. I cringe as I know there will be someone in my space and I tense up to avoid this. Luckily there are other instructors, classes and studios. I can avoid attending his half split based class.
Since I am closer to Denver, I will be visiting more often. I miss my friends. I managed to see quite a few of them the last few days. We checked out a new restaurant and it was delicious. I drove around the city, trying to avoid the massive amounts of road construction and pot holes. Cherry Creek is a complete mess and only slated to get worse. I don't know what those businesses will do over the summer. It is difficult to find parking and maneuver in and out of all of the construction.
I am off to work and might catch a restorative class later today. I could use it!