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Pack 500 people into the space the size of a large-ish livingroom and call it a yoga class? Sorry. You're gonna have to pay ME to come back for that.
There was no room at all. I could feel my neighbor's breath on my lower back! It was ridiculous. As more and more people filtered in, staff came in and started yelling, "move closer to your neighbor! There's a space in that corner!" (right next to 3 space heaters).
In the entryway, hallway, and the bathroom, there was crap everywhere: bags, shoes, boots, bottles, magazines, towels, purses. Every space was tiny. On Y2's website, they go on about respecting the practice of yoga and the space in which it is performed. Respect flows both ways, and it was impossible to cultivate any sort of respect anywhere or anyhow in this place---except, perhaps, for trying to avoid sweating all over your neighbors' mats.
Whoever used the term "yog-a-erobics" was spot on. When I think of yoga, I think of a quiet, deep, grounding challenge, not *thump* *thump* *thump*." I was going to make a joke about how the instructor should've started the class by screaming "SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM!" But, since he actually went with the perennial "Let's get ready to rummmmble!," my joke was rendered moot.
One star added for convenient class times.
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