Just last week I had one of the worst yoga classes ever in my life at my local gym. Now, before I tell you about this guy, I'll say that I have actually had some amazing gym yoga teachers that really knew their stuff. You occasionally have to bypass the few aerobics instructors who took a weekend seminar, but... anyway, for the most part I've had good luck.
So I show up a few minutes late and I'm not entirely sure of the schedule. Peering into the room through the glass door I'm thinking "wait a sec, this must be the wrong class... that doesn't look like yoga, it looks more like... boot camp?" He was leading people through drills of push ups and crunches, thinly disguised as yoga. I have a bad feeling about it but figure I'm there and I'm dressed and I might as well go in and burn some calories off.
I go in and now I get to hear the audio that goes along with this class. Background music is Pink Floyd best hits, I'm guessing it's his own personal mix CD. Now, I like Pink Floyd, but... I would have chosen different songs. Doing yoga to "Brick in the Wall" is just plain weird. He's wearing street clothes and shoes, not actually doing any yoga poses himself, and he's basically barking at everyone "c'mon! breathe! in! out! feel it! dig it!"
I tried to ignore him and just get into some pose sequences, but they were horribly arranged and his timing was stilted. Nothing flowed. He actually went as far as to try and pit one side of the room against the other in a competition, goading us to hold the poses as long as we could. Finally it ended and we entered corpse pose for the meditation. Which basically consisted of weird stoner ramblings. Actually, it went really well with the Pink Floyd music.
The kicker came at the end when he got on his little soapbox about what a poor starving yoga teacher he was and how he was selling these yoga calendars and if we could just find it in our hearts to buy one...![]()



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