I was disappointed Wednesday when I went to the yoga class I was squeezing in before Spanish, and realized I had signed up for a regular vinyasa class, not an aerial class. But I was in for a treat: We had a visiting instructor from Arizona. He brought a new perspective and take on traditional yoga, and he called us out on our New Yorker attitudes.
I love my yoga classes. I mostly go for the fitness aspect, not spiritual, but it’s amazing how those things just go together in a way I appreciate. I also love when we don’t take it too seriously and can laugh together. Anyway, it got me thinking of some of the yoga teacher wisdom I’ve heard over the years.
“Usually I tell students to focus, but in New York, you all look so serious and determined already, so I’m going to tell you to relax.”
“All you have to do here is breathe. Anything else that happens is extra.”
“Do not put pressure on your knees. Knees are expensive.”
“This is not Saturday night yoga, don’t stick your booty out.”
“You can look as sexy as you want.”
“As my grandaddy always said, ‘don’t stick your ass out.’ … He didn’t really say that.”
“Yoga is not a competition. Stop looking at your neighbor.”
“Your hair looked better when we started.”
“Do what feels good to you today. No more.”
“This is a good time to adjust your shorts.”
“Sometimes the hardest thing for us to do is nothing.”
“Pick up your ass and move it over.”
“Don’t forget to breathe.”
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