I Walk to Yoga in Pacific Beach

Walking to a yoga studio is a pleasure I get to enjoy by living in my corner of Pacific Beach. I don't actully do it that often because there is a yoga studio that I go to more frequently that I ride my bike to. (It's a tough life, I know.)

I walk to Bird Rock yoga.

I bike to Jade Dragon yoga.

I'll write much more about Jade in another post...but since I went to Bird Rock last night, that's what I'm thinking about right now. I'm tempted to sit here and dish about the class, because there are things that I didn't like. But I also know that most of the issues are within me, ie: the things that bugged me are more about me not fully being in the practice, than the practice itself. (I only partially believe that sentence I just wrote.)

But there is a funny thing that happened last night at Bird Rock that illustrates the larger milieu of Pacific Beach that does exist here. The little spiritual pep talk at the start of class referenced how yoga can help you make good choices (there was a caveat here about moral choices which I didn't follow...so I won't comment on that)...but after the caveat, the little story highlighted how a regular yoga practice can help you make better decisions: such as not choosing to eat an entire pizza after drinking six beers with your buds. Yoga or no yoga...that's a good life lesson...don't do it...don't eat the whole pizza...just eat a slice or two. You won't get a heart-felt pizza-and-six-pack reference in just any yoga class.

I fondly call this my "bro yoga" class, even though there were only three other males in the class aside from me and the teacher, who can safely be called a bro...and I don't know if those other three guys are even bros...and that suggests that I even have a working definition of what a bro is...more on that in another post.

All in all, it's a good yoga class...and that's my point. In the heart of Pacific Beach, known to the rest of San Diego as the kingdom of bro, you can walk to a good yoga class on a Wednesday night...a yoga class where women and men, straight and gay all show up and practice. Not everyone in San Diego can say that.

(True, there was not a lot of age diversity in the class...but again...that's another issue for another day.)

Below is the photo I took right after class, looking west from the covered, second-floor strip-mall walkway.