As I mentioned earlier, I enjoy trying out different classes and different instructors. Each instructor can bring something completely unique to the same style of class. So on day 17 I was excited to try an afternoon intermediate class. I unrolled my mat, pulled my hair in a ponytail and started some basic stretches. A guy walked in wearing a bandana wrapped around his head and some incredible tattoo artwork on his arms and chest. At first glance he seemed like the type of guy I typically see in yoga classes - albeit in very small numbers. In my experience, yoga has been a very female dominated arena.
As Bandana reached the front of class he turned around to face the class and introduce himself. We quickly learned he was filling in for Jenny (the regular instructor), that he too taught some classes we 'might want to check out', and that he made his living as a professional comic book artist. So if the single ladies weren't paying attention at first, he certainly had their attention once we got started.
Although it seemed 'awkward' to me to have a man teaching me yoga, he proved to be pretty good. He walked though each pose and then circled the room, giving verbal instruction on how some could improve their alignment. Obviously making hands-on adjustments like the female instructors wouldn't fly well with some. Even though the class wasn't heated I found myself breaking a sweat half-way through. He didn't push us too hard, I was just experiencing the class differently today.
I'm learning through my practice that some days are harder than others - for no apparent reason. Some days I feel strong and find myself going further and feeling stronger. Then other days I can't seem to handle the simplest of poses. I don't know if there's a pattern or if it's as simple as some days ya got it, some days ya don't. I suppose only time will tell.
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