“So I have been doing it wrong all this time?” she asks. It does not seem polite to reply “well yes.” Beside she has only been to 3 of my classes perhaps it’s a habit developed over the past couple of weeks and she is doing herself a disservice. “I see a lot people doing this pose incorrectly, all the time” I reply as diplomatically as possible.
It is true, especially true, in vinyasa classes that people do chataranga incorrectly. Chataranga was going to be the subject of this weeks blog. Saving people from rotator cuff injuries and other shoulder complains. “Oh its going to be one your boring blogs this week” Dawn suggests encouraging. Well, no, because looking back I have blogged about this subject before. Yet still people are doing chataranga incorrectly. Does no one read my blog? 🙂
I could groan on about my groin strain I supposed. Yes its still with me. Yes I should rest it. Yes yoga does make it worse. oh wait I have blogged about that recently too.
The search for the perfect room temperature was a challenge again this week as heaters in the various studios where I teach orchestrated a mass revolt. I had classes full of women thinking the menopause had come early. They were looking to me for encouragement or a sign that it can’t be true. One minute waving a hand in front of their face and expelling air, like they have just taken a large mouthful of chicken vindaloo. Roughly translated this means “Turn the heating down before I expire” The next putting on an extra layer to hide the goose bumps on their arms. Roughly translating to “Were you born in a barn, can’t you feel how cold it is in here?”
Actually as the teacher it is quite hard to get a sense of the room temperature. Only half participating in the class and moving constantly around the room, I don’t become the victim of a cold air vent, or the target of a free blow dry.
“Can’t you do something about it?” I see the plea in their faces, clearly they all think this is part of my sadistic approach to Yoga. Well no, even on a good day these new heating systems use “fuzzy logic” to decide when they will turn on or off. “I turned the dial, honest, in about 5 minutes it should shut down” Machines are ruling our lives. Apparently we can’t be trusted to decide when to turn off a heater. HAL has in all under control and will decide the perfect moment. Pity HAL is not in tune with the rhythm of a Yoga class. One of the studios I taught at this week had a helpful digital display. It showed 90 degrees (my only choice apparently) a little flame, presumably the turbo charger for Bikram classes, now stuck in the on position, and a snowflake. There by accurately summing up actual conditions in the room at various times during the class.
It seems this was the week for these noisy beasts to play games with the Yoga community. Perhaps they secretly communicating between themselves with all that advanced technology? “This is HAL1 here, yeh each time he opened the door to cool things down I switched to blowing cold air. He is all yours now HAL 2” “Roger that, I like to switch to extreme noise mode just as he starts svasana. Of course I take 5 minutes to obey the off command for maximum affect. “
These studios are beautiful of course and the heater problems temporary and really only a minor inconvenience. The search for the perfect room temperature is …… but wait I have already blogged about this too.
Maybe I should have blogged about the return of themes this week. I taught a “Jacques Cousteau visits Africa” theme Friday evening. That was fun, but I have blogged about that before too.
Perhaps I am blogged out, perhaps there is nothing more I can contribute, if indeed I have contributed anything to date. Both my readers may have to find other outlets for their boredom another cure for their insomnia. Starting back the beginning of these blogs should do it. 🙂
Maybe I should have waited until I taught this morning before writing this blog. The temperature was perfect. The sun warmed the room to perfection. No need for battles in fuzzy logic, just good old mother nature doing her thing.