My zen was sorely tested on a 12-hour journey door to door yesterday, comprising two airports, two passport controls, various x-ray luggage checks and transfers but I made it to the beach resort where we'll be spending the rest of summer. And so did my yoga mat despite much eye-rolling from DH
I have now found a vinyasa class for this afternoon. Will report later
Yes, it was perhaps unusual for the instructor to have someone used to doing yoga. I don't mean to be unkind. However, it was odd that after sun salutations and a few warrior poses, we spent ages (10 min?) gently rocking from side to side on our backs and then she said "OK, now take a blanket". I asked "Is this the end of the class? We haven't done any forward bends or inversions". She says "All classes are different" but this was supposed to be a Vinyasa class and they are not THAT different. Anyway, I said I'd like to do a head stand and she goes "This is not a private class". I was the only one there
So I get up to my headstand and rather than leaving me to it, she is telling me that she only has 10 more minutes in the class. Never had anyone rush me through a pose for time constraints before. Never had a teacher walk around on creaking wooden floors during shavasana, either. It wasn't relaxing, at all. I'm not going back to one of her classes.