As you all know I'm into Yoga. I started going in early October and I absolutely love it. It's quite possibly the best thing I've done for myself. Well that and therapy.
I purchased a monthly membership at O2 in South End and I attend the lunch time classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays and the 9:30am class on Saturdays. It's basic with a lot of sun salutations but I sweat my ass off and for me it's a better work out than cardio. I was talking to JSutt about it - she's super happy I'm into Yoga. She didn't think I'd like it. Truthfully I'm shocked I like it myself- and she was telling me about this restorative Yoga class that she attended in Brookline and how amazing it is.
"Lees, It's amazing."
"How amazing is it JSutt?"
"It's just a really good way to end your week. And you sweat. A. LOT."
Never one to shy away from trying something new -except the duck necks! I wouldn't try the duck necks in China- we made a date to attend the Basic restorative yoga class at Baptiste Yogain Brookline this past Sunday.
I'm not going to lie. I was totally intimidated by the people in this class. They were all super hard core looking and none of them seemed to have any sort of basic yoga needs. And no one was really smiley. At O2 everyone smiles at you and is quiet and breathy. This place had some mickey mouse beams holding up the ceiling.
We entered the room and I immediately began to sweat. It was like stepping into a sauna that had gone to plaid and I loved it. People were in their various warm up positions, downward facing dog, upward facing dog, happy baby. I laid on my back and stretched from side to side.
The instructor finally came in.
"Hi I'm Jamie. I'm gonna be your instructa fa the class."
Her Boston accent was totally bumping.
"We're gonna do some wahm up poses and it's gonna be a great class guys."
The class was pretty great. Besides the fact that she didn't shut the fuck up the entire time. While I was trying to get all restorative and zen like with my bad yoga self she was walking around the class talking talk talking. Telling stories about her brother and how he was diagnosed with ADD when he was younger and how he took that ADD and turned it into something that helps him be creative in his work.
Don't care! Trying to thread the needleover here! We can chat about your brother over some bean sprouts and jasmine tea.
Now, I understand yoga is all about release, but what is the deal with the people who have to grunt like their on their third orgasm during a class? This one guy who was on the other side of the room -shirtless and wearing fancy man yoga pants- was grunting like a cave man the entire time. And it didn't matter what pose we were in. We could be lying on our backs in a resting position and out of no where you'd hear:
"OOOOOOOOOOooooooUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAHHH..."
During a downward facing dog he let out a grunt so intense the walls shook. I busted out into a giggle and looked around. No one else was laughing. No one else was looking around to see who was giving birth in the corner. That's fine. Maybe these folks are more mature than I am. But the first time someone farts in a yoga class I'm taking I'll have to leave the room. There is no way I'll be able to keep my composure after an event like that.
Fart-free, we emerged from the class, restored and sweating so much it looked like I peed my pants. Honestly, I can't get over the sweat. I have never in my life sweat that much. And that includes sex, going to the beach during a heat-wave, and the one time I tried to go running.
I'm in love with O2 yoga but I'd give Restorative yoga another whirl. Mainly because I have a free class pass. But I think I might have to get the Instructa Jamie a muzzle. Maybe a cute lululemon one??