Halfway through another mindless FB scroll, I paused on an ad promising to get me into a one-armed handstand in 30 days. Whether it was the promise of achieving such feat, or the lovely chiseled fellow covered in watercolor tattoos pitching how, I don’t know, but I clicked and delved further.
The website was beautifully laid out, and lured me into several additional options. I could flow like a Goddess for 85 bucks. Backbend like Beckham in 6 short videos. Or finesse my footwork should I need to hoist a barbell twice my bodyweight overhead.
I’ve been teaching and taking classes around several towns since my teens. It’s in my fiber – the classroom approach to staying fit. And it’s worked. But with the extraordinary access these days to classes of every ilk – with some pretty damn awesome instructors – available on whatever electronic device I’m nearest to, it’s tempting to bag the brick and mortar version. There are times, whether practicing or teaching, I experience a spike in blood pressure simply getting my ass there on time. There’s a prearranged time and location to shuffle my other activities around. There’s the extra 15 minutes needed to assemble my gear into a duffle bag. And don’t get me started on hitting the mean, too-narrow, potholed streets of Boston where driving feels like a video game – dodging human bullets pulling u-eys whilst texting and honking. Big fun.
But here’s the thing. I will always go to the studio. The gym. ALWAYS. Because despite the bitch of getting from A to B, the experience of taking care of myself in the company of others can’t be replicated. It just can’t. Here’s why:
- Betty Badass Can’t SEE you. You might think you’re adopting her cues into the perfect backbend, but she has no idea. And neither do you. As a yoga teacher, my rule of teaching is Look, Listen, Give tools. In the early days I did it all backwards, spewing out endless cues to sound like I knew what I was doing, but it didn’t take long to realize my job to keep students safe and inspired was to LOOK at them. Their bodies, and most importantly, their eyes. To see if my words were registering.
- You’ll get a workout. But that’s it. You won’t get the opportunity to meet a cool chick who also likes to ride bikes in the town you just moved to. Or the sweet sound of the collective breath coming from fellow students. The moment of lightness when someone grunts inviting everyone to laugh and grunt with him.
- The studio door is a helluva lot harder to bolt from than the pause button on your phone. I spin at home. Most times I hang in there for the whole ride. But not always. Sometimes I just say fuck it and let my racing heart and screaming thighs win. That doesn’t happen at your local SoulCycle. Just sayin…
Online classes are awesome – to a point. To me, they stand as a great accompaniment to an overall fitness regimen. But never a replacement. The studios I teach at – Down Under Yoga – just received the Best of Boston 2017 award for yoga studios, and it’s because the magic in learning and growing comes from gathering and sharing with others. No app can cover that one.