I've been inconsistent about getting to class but I feel alright about it. I go when I want to go and I've been wanting to go more than I did before. There have been some situational things that have prevented me from going to class as much as I'd like such as migraines, staying up too late so I don't make it to class before work and then having plans for after, oh, and that trip to Denver I just took...
I will be moving to Denver in mid-August! I have decided to study holistic nutrition and there is a school there that I really think I'll like. I just flew there, made friends, learned my way around, visited the school, found an apartment, got a tattoo and, of course, did yoga. I only got to go once because I needed to acclimate to the elevation and only brought one outfit with me.
I have never done yoga at any other studio. I only know BYA and I trust the teachers because they've proven their knowledge and insight over the last eight months. I was scared to go to a new studio with teachers I'd never met and a room I'd never been in! I read Bikram Yoga Mile High's website and prepared myself for some of the differences. Everyone was very kind and welcoming, from the teacher when I walked in to the classmates in the hallway and locker room, but they weren't my yoga buddies and I got a wash of homesickness at the end of class. Even though they do things differently, and yes I could make a list, I will be going back and not just because it's the only Bikram studio in Denver. (There are other places that offer Bikram classes but I'd feel better going to a studio where I know that all the teachers primarily study and teach Bikram Yoga and have contact with other teachers. I'm willing to check out other places that teach it, but I'll be pretty skeptical.)
I flew in Friday night and waited until Sunday to go to class. I didn't feel quite up for it on Saturday and I'm glad I waited. I had a few moments of low blood pressure where I started feeling funky and my vision started fading. I haven't been having problems with that in Chicago lately, so I was pretty sure it was the altitude. It happened at predictable times for me and I just took a step back, slowed down, and breathed. I'd also been doing some risky eating (in the form of gluten cross contamination, see my other blog) and that could have played a part in my absorption of iron and therefore my blood oxygen levels as well as my sore muscles. Overall the class went well. I was able to focus despite my trepidation, constantly running mind, and new distractions. I wanted to represent myself and my teachers and I think I did a good job of that. When a difference in teaching came up I focused on remembering what I have been taught and not judging the teacher or their training. This sometimes just meant doing my best to prevent disapproval from flashing across my face... (Honestly, there is nothing wrong with how they teach, it's just different than what has been drilled into me as best practices for the past eight months. BYAs head teacher isn't nicknamed Little Sergeant for nothing!)
I will get used to the changes. I will get used to the changes. I will get used to the changes.
And my teachers and buddies are only an email away!