I wish I could explain how much I love the yoga community in Phoenix. While living there, I couldn't wait to go elsewhere. The summers are brutal and the thought of doing another one inspired me to go elsewhere. I am a complete baby when it comes to weather. Denver was actually quite lovely. I wore shorts year round. While in Phoenix, I would wear pants during the winter and as little as possible in the summer. The other day while waiting to be picked up, I sat outside, for three minutes and was sweltering. I thought, I could use another shower.
I knew that I would miss yoga. I did. However, I remained confident that I would find an adequate substitute wherever I ended up. How wrong I was. Seriously. It has been a rough three months. Me, wanting to find a power vinyasa flow and settling for a subpar practice. There are a few instructors that I enjoy but they are few and far between. I sought out an ambassador at Lululemon and that girl told me to attend the current studio that I am attending and mentioned the two instructors that I regularly attend. Ironic. I was hoping for a more optimistic prognosis. Meaning, I wanted to know that there was another studio in this city that I might enjoy. Unfortunately, that seems to be a pipe dream. I found the instructors that are considered challenging, with good music and a flow. I do like them. I just wanted more. I expected more as I was used to more.
The other day in Phoenix, I felt so alive with the flow. It was challenging and I felt we could have done more. I liked the music and the class was fantastic. If only I would have been able to fit another class in.
I tried. I mentioned it to my friend that I was staying with. How much I missed the yoga community in Phoenix. Thursday morning, I woke up and my friend offered to take me to yoga. I was ecstatic. Thrilled. Beside myself. I didn't care that I would be going to a different studio than the one I preferred. I was happy for the opportunity to practice in a heated environment, decent flow and music. I knew, from experience, that the latter two would lack in my mind but still be an improvement to Santa Fe. We had a few errands to run and a vet appointment. I dressed in my yoga attire and then had to change back into regular clothes when I missed the class. Disappointed to say the least. Vet appointment was overextended.
Still, very grateful for the one class on Wednesday. I feel rejuvenated. Motivated to get certified and change the dynamic of my current situation. I know that I can no longer complain about it. I need to take action. I must take action. I will.
Tomorrow is a new day and after the last day I should go running or find a yoga class. Running will win as I know that tomorrow the classes offered, pre-work are limited. I am not a fan of the gong inspired class. What happened to hip hop is all I gotta say?