Moody dark lighting. Trance-based, Hindu-tinted, soft music. People in abstract poses.
I stared at Dave when the lights went down and wondered what the hell was going on. Apparently the room we use was being coopted by a yoga class that couldn’t care less that Dave and I were practicing throws and locks.
We’d had the room to ourselves for almost the entire hour when a few folks started trickling in with mats and doing some basic yoga poses. I thought this was a nice change from the guys who were listening to Death Metal especially since the women coming in were very easy on the eyes.
By the time we started working on basic locks and then throws the lights went out unceremoniously. Followed by “ching-ching” of temple chimes. I was mostly focused on tell Dave about some esoteric component of the throws to realize that more people had come in and that a class was starting (how’s that for zanshin?).
Call me passive-aggressive, but they might have mentioned the class to us, but Dave and I decided to continue unabated so the sounds of the evening consisted of:
We kept that up for a good half hour before the constant standing up, even with Dave’s assistance, started playing havoc with my knees. Using his arm to get up was great because I never do it in real life, but it totally extended that part of the lesson for me. Unfortunately, we couldn’t pull out mats and work on his falls which I’m dearly excited to do – since it means I’ll get to throw someone. However, we’re running out of time since Teacher gets back in a week or so.
After we left to change out I noticed a flyer on the wall saying that yoga class was starting that night – whoops.