My Korean Yogi

I have joined a Korean gym. I go as often as I can. They have yoga on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I've gone both days this week. So I've noticed a few interesting things. First, the yoga class seems passive, not as active as the Body Flow at Goodlife, to which I had become accustomed. However, in being that passive, there are some moves that totally rock my world, leaving me sore and tired the next day. Secondly, the women in my class, mainly around my mom's age, are incredibly flexible. They sit with legs straight out in front of them, head pressed to their knees. I can't imagine North American women doing that much after the age of 30. It's amazing. The teacher is so cool: she talks so calmly, gently, then comes around to each student, correcting positions harshly, pushing a stretch past the point of pain. She tells me she is studying English and is sorry her vocabulary is so poor. I look at her as if she's just slapped me. I tell her that she has hands, a body, and mad skills: who needs English? Surprisingly, I find myself looking up to see her very rarely. I can understand the language of positioning, contorting, yoga-ing. Again, the obsession with the English language stuns me. Despite this though, she is fabulous. I'll be back on Tuesday.