My first CorePower Yoga Studio, so take this review with a grain of salt.
**WARNING** The following review may be NSFW, including me going topless. And stripasana. And twirlasana. Don't say you weren't warned.
But I'm also a yoga teacher, with my own yoga practice spanning to the mid-2000s, so add a few more grains of salt to this review.
I was in a bit of a funk this past summer, and I decided to venture out of my comfort zone and try out the free week of yoga at CorePower.
This is huge. Let me tell you why. In some translations, the word "yoga" means "union", but the unfortunate reality is that yoga can be as snobby as any high school in North America, which the various styles of yoga can be compared to lunchtime with the different cliques sitting at their tables, secretly judging the other tables, the very antithesis of "All-is-One" so prevalent in yoga. And the style I come from, CorePower is viewed as the Walmart's of yoga, taking over every corner of the yoga world until every mom and pop yoga studio is gone.
A bit dramatic, no? But then again, I worked for one of those mom-and-pop yoga studios.
But I was still curious about CPY.
My first class was the Fusion class, which is the hottest one, with this militant teacher with a heavy Eastern European accent and all the lights turned off (it was listed as "candlelight" with no candles in sight) and stuffed to the gills with bodies. Warm, sweaty bodies. So sweaty that not only was my mat a pool of sweat, I had to watch out for my neighbor's errant sweat making its way to my mat. I had to leave the room halfway through the class b/c it was so hot, and I'm the girl who loves summer so much that I don't put in my AC until well after the 4th of July most years. Even this past summer of 2012 which is supposedly the summer to end all hot summers. I went back into the class, thought about what bra I was wearing under my shirt and figured it was a respectable sports bra that no one would give a second thought about and whipped off my shirt.
I literally thought I was going to die in the class. But after the class? I felt AMAZING. Sweating can do that to a girl.
I still attend classes occasionally, because, hey, I enjoy it. A few thoughts about CPY, in no particular order:
* It's cookie cutter yoga for the most part, but there are a few teachers that still follow the format but allow their personalities to shine. I especially liked Diana O, Danny and Michelle.
* You won't find om'ing here for the most part, just some weird exhale to seal the intention. Which is sad b/c that's my favorite part of yoga class. Danny and Diana do "om" in their classes. Which may be part of the reason why I like them. They're not afraid to make noises!
*Savasanas are short. Ridiculously short. I highly doubt that they're even 5 minutes long if even at that, and sometimes the teacher will leave the room, allowing you to take one as long as you like, which for most people is 20 seconds. For how intensely they push you during the class, I need a longer decompressing in Savasana.
*There's the occasional odd language from the teachers. At one class I was told by the teacher to spread my legs like a stripper. Needless to say, I never returned back to her class, even though she'll live in infamy in my memory under "$h*t Yoga Teacher Say."
*It does get hot. The Fusion classes are typically hotter than the flow classes, but I've never been terribly sore after a class. I think that the heat tricks you into thinking you're working harder than you really are. You're walking out drenched in sweat, thinking "man, I really kicked a$$ today! I can have that second serving of double fudge brownie banana split", but face it, you'd sweat just as much if you went to a sauna, not moving and you wouldn't lose many calories either.
*Only took one sculpt class. The teacher told us at the beginning of the class all namaste-like to honor our own bodies and not to push ourselves beyond our limit, and then she proceeded to yell at us in military boot camp style for the following hour to "gooooooGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO", which is a bit confusing to me. Do I honor my body's limits or do I keep going so she won't scream in my ear and end up tearing my ACL again? And we were twirling on our yoga mats for a good 5 minutes. TWIRLING. Where is twirlasana in the "Light of Yoga" Handbook? I can't even.
*Bring your own mat, a towel to mop up your sweat and a water bottle. They do have mats, it's free with your first class, $2 thereafter, but they smell like feet. Feet that haven't been washed in 10 years, even though I see workers cleaning the mats in the hallways, all laid about so you can't walk by. And yet, the mat still smelled like stinky feet.
All said, I did enjoy CPY. As long as I take some of the stuff with a grain of salt humor. read more