I find yoga boring. Don’t get me wrong – I have huge respect for people who are able to backbend their bodies into bow-like shapes, it’s crazy inspiring! But for the people in the room who are not able to touch their toes, it also feels unnatural, uncomfortable and pretty pointless.
But, I need yoga. Nothing feels better for my back, neck and knees than a good stretch, even if at the moment it feels like I’m not doing things quite ‘right’. For that reason, I decided to spice things up a bit this month with the weirdest yoga classes I can find in NYC, starting with a real kicker: naked yoga at Naked in Motion.
Here’s my full yoga schedule for March:
- 1st week: Nakey Yoga
- I think I’ll die. Or vomit. Or both.
- 2nd week: Aerial Yoga
- Aerial will be clumsy and borderline comical, but I am unlikely to burn from embarrassment.
- 3rd week: Boxing Yoga
- Boxing is right up my alley and I’m actually super excited about it!
- 4th week: Metal Yoga
- “We will be holding poses until we are feeling their hellish fire creeping into our bodies and rest in peace in Corpse Pose at the end of the class” – how could I say no?!
Any other weird yoga classes I should check out?
What’s your weirdest yoga experience?!