Thursday, July 18, 2013

Memorable Yoga Experience- Sue E.


I am not going to describe my first yoga experience with yoga because, frankly, I hardly remember it. It was not long after college, in the apartment of a lovely French woman on the Upper East Side. She was very kind and nurturing, but her class did not get me hooked, I am not sure why.

Now for the next one...I was living in London and found a yoga class in the basement of a nearby church. The first thing that struck me was how the instructor hugged most of the people who came in. I found that a little odd, especially for Brits, who don't tend to be too warm and fuzzy. I remember thinking at first, "Oh, that must be a good friend of his who he hasn't seen in a long time." But then he proceeded to hug almost everyone who came in. Hmmm, I was intrigued, for sure. (Just to be clear, I now totally get this hugging practice in yoga and it is one of my favorite parts!)

The instructor was American, but he spoke with a slight English accent, and seemed to think he was a Brit too. I was a little wary and certainly wasn't expecting to enjoy the class as much as I did. It was awesome and very intense. I still remember my body shaking in my first side plank. I was completely engrossed in the class, trying to keep up, and I loved it.

I continued to go to the class for  the 3-1/2 years I lived in London. I never really came to like the instructor (I found him to be very arrogant), and he never really seemed to like me (I think because I wasn't British). Nevertheless, he was a great teacher and I will always be grateful to him for instilling a passion for yoga that continues to this day.

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