YOU outwardly rotate YOUR arms

I miss my yoga class. I had the best teacher ever (Liz B.) and every yoga class I've taken since simply pales in comparison.

Our new place is only a couple blocks away from an Iyengar yoga studio, so I thought I'd try that out. I'm sure the yoga practice has wonderful longterm effects on your body and state-of-mind, and the two classes I've taken there so far have worked me out okay, but I don't know. They seem, a tad crunchy for me and the instructor I had tonight was certainly...how do you say? Full of himself. I had to listen to a long lecture about how this was a level three class, and wouldn't I agree that most beginners should start at a level one class? There were terms I wouldn't understand and props I just wouldn't be familiar with. So just so I was prepared for that, mmkay? And just because some people are young and flexible, they think they know everything, but--huh!--they don't necessarily know how to do things right.

Welcome to yoga class! Let's just relax now.

I thought I did just fine, but that didn't stop him from interrupting class to demonstrate how not to do something and tell the class how other teachers taught the skill wrong while looking straight at me. Dude! Just tell me to straighten my back a little! Maybe instead of my entire yoga teachings being totally bunk, I'm just a little off center right now. MAYBE.

Anyway, he mostly seemed like the kind of guy who was teased as a kid and now has a skill with which he can lord over others.

Even though I love paying money to have someone look down at me because I enjoy challenging myself, I think might have to switch up the classes.

Also, maybe I'm grumpy because I had to skip dinner to make it to the class on time. Humph.