The class I have attended most frequently is the Ashtanga yoga class...the reason is you are required to go 3 times a week to stay in the class. It's like taking gymnastics...I feel like I'm being trained physically and mentally for some competition....or exhibition...I'm not sure which. The main teacher is hardcore...and honestly, I'm not always in the mood for his intensity. For instance, If I'm having a bad (weak) day and I can't do certain things, he sort of barks at me in English to "have straight arms" or "put my fingers together" or "ground my feet"...blah blah...you get the picture. Sometimes...he'll just grab my body and make it do what it's suppose to. I'm not kidding! As he's doing it, I wonder how he would react if my bones just broke. It's crazy, but nice because I feel challenged, and I feel like someone knows what I'm capable of and doesn't settle for my laziness. It doesn't always make me excited but it's good for me. It's like someone calling me on my bullshit and challenging me to be better...I love it and I hate it.
The really cool thing is that the entire practice is done to the rhythm of breath. So I can do it without a video, instructor, or music...just in silence, on my own, and I don't have to worry about not holding the pose for long enough or not doing it right. Once i learn it, I don't really have to think about it, It simply becomes a breath instructed flow.
The Kundalini yoga classes always make me sleepy. In fact, the first one i went to was a three hour long classs and I slept through two thirds of it. It is of course in Spanish, but you can feel the love...really. It is so peaceful. So much so that it literally puts me in that in between state of sleeping and being awake. It feels SO nice.
Tomorrow morning will be the last class for me before I leave Vina...and it's going to be an Ashtanga class. I'm secretly hoping Mr. hardcore isn't teaching tomorrow morning...I'm gonna keep my fingers crossed.
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