02 June, 2013

Life at the Mothership

Today was Power Vinyasa with Emily at Baptiste Power Yoga in Cambridge.

The Mothership, so to speak. Everyone always says, "Have you ever practiced at the original Baptiste studio in Cambridge?" Now I can say I have. It was actually a rather unassuming studio, in a location that I believe did not exist when I last lived in the neighborhood because Baptiste Yoga probably hadn't been invented yet. I found the place easily enough, and arrived early, so I was waiting for the earlier class to be done. In the lobby, things were pretty low-tech, and it felt a lot like any medium-sized community studio. It was humid in Boston. Although it was only 8:30am, the air quality was already rather unpleasant. When we got into the room, I could see the heat settings right in front of me on the digital display in bright orange numbers. There were two numbers, which I was guessing might have been a high and low range for perhaps a heating and cooling system to kick in. The low was 98 degrees and the high was 102 degrees. And then the temperature is displayed as it varies during class. At one point, the reading was 103 degrees, but it's important to not that the humidity was off the charts.

I realize I am not telling you much about the actual class.

The reason this was happening was so I could meet with, and take a class alongside my friend Sue Jones. And, for that reason, this was an experience that meant a lot to me, since it had been since Italy that I haven't seen her. The class itself was the pretty standard 90 minute form of Baptiste Vinyasa with only a few modifications thrown in there. And it was absolutely grueling. I only had 5 hours of sleep the night before, and was worried about sleeping too late, which made my sleep light. Top that off, I needed to drive 45 minutes to get there, bleary eyed, and without coffee or food, other than enough peanut butter (one spoon), a banana, and some orange juice, for the sole purpose of inserting 800mg of ibuprofen into my body for whatever pains were going to be lurking on that sleep deprivation. The Chaturangas felt heavy, and I didn't go very deeply into any of them. The Warrior poses felt heavy. It all felt heavy. It was heavy. Did I say that?

But you gotta do what you gotta do. I wouldn't have missed taking class with Sue for the world. It would have been even better if she'd been teaching, but that didn't work for the schedule of my visit. I have only had the chance to spend one week with Sue, plus a few hours today. But because of who and how she is, it's like landing right back with an old dear friend.

I don't really have anything else to say about the mothership.

But it was a good day.

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