I should preface this by saying that I’ve only been in my current yoga class for a three weeks or so. So when I say our usual teacher was absent, it isn’t like I have a long standing relationship with the leader of our merry group. That said, I felt a strange mixture of apprehension and an urge to do my very best when I came to the class and found that we had a substitute. I’ll call her Miss Flow, because I have a hunch she is a fan of vinyasa yoga. Right from the start, things were different and her expectations were certainly set at a more intense level. There wasn’t a lot of “work to your edge” or “modify if you need to” in her directives. Ms. Flow would start off with “Listen to me.” She would direct us, somewhat clinical and with precision to each pose, though she hardly used any names for the poses, which threw me off a bit. It is easier to follow along without twisting my head to look if she would just say to rise into Warrior I, for example. My first impressions of the session was that of drilling us into our poses, which isn’t really a fair assessment but it is what came to my mind as the sweat pored off me. She also drew attention to our flaws, keeping the class holding a position while she worked individually with a student. We must have held Downward Facing Dog for eons while she worked with one gentleman that was struggling with the pose. I thought my shoulders would collapse and if I hadn’t been using a modification of a dumbbell to support my wrists there is no way I could have held it. But I did hold it.
And after that moment of seeing just how far I was into the pose, just how long I could hold it, just how intense my focus and my strength could be, I started to really appreciate the session and Ms Flow’s no-nonsense approach. After an hour, I was absolutely spent but still invigorated, drenched with sweat and ready for water. I don’t know if it was the intense concentration required or the fact that the juices really got moving but I left class with a head-ache right between my eyes.
Wednesday is my next class and it sounds like Ms Flow will be back to lead that session as well. Wednesday is always the harder day because it incorporates pilates so I am nervous as to how it is going to go. I’m also nervous because the student turn out on Wednesday is low and it is possible that I could be alone with Ms. Flow for a whole hour of her watching me doing strength and core moves. I’m not sure how I’ll fare under that much scrutiny. I certainly appreciate that she is working hard to improve our form and to bring us deeper into the pose but that kind of one-on-one attention might be overwhelming. No matter how it goes though, I’m going to be grateful (as I am today) at how far into the edge I can work, how strong I can be and how much I have gained in the weeks since I have started this class.
Though I might bring along an apple for Ms Flow, just in case.