Of course, following that was what got me in the "hot yoga" mess, which led me to the conclusion that, well, hot yoga is crappy for the environment. Considered it judged.
One style of yoga that definitely has it's own "club" is pre-post natal. You can't really fake your way into that one (without being a total d-bag).
My first pre-natal yoga class was about three years ago... in my living room with YogaGlo. Look, I can explain: my favourite YogaGlo teacher had stopped posting classes and the only options left were her prenatal classes. I glanced surreptitiously around my living room, as if the Prenatal Yoga Police were going to come rushing out waving their "SHAME ON YOU" signs, took an embarrassed breath, prepared mentally to laugh my entire way through and.... LOVED it.
Yep, that was an amazing, fantabulous class.
Fast forward to the past few months and another of my favourite YogaGlo teachers is going on a pre/post natal class spree. So... as one cat judged me quietly from Andrew's chair and the other blindly attacked my legs, I prepared myself to be weirdly happy during a class meant for new mothers.
(Asteya, the true ruler of this apartment, sitting on her throne as her lowly human servant Andrew checks his facebook)
But I can enjoy them, like a weird guilty pleasure, from the comfort of my own living room. And recently, with my friend who has reached awesome new mother status, I can totally legitimately enjoy post natal yoga classes... (yes, I recognize this is getting a bit creepy...)
I guess the message, really, is that yoga is yoga. Target audience not withstanding, if the teacher is great, the class with be great.
I mean, I know I can definitely learn a thing or two from mothers...
Any guilty yoga secrets you'd like to share?
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