When I showed up for my first (and probably last) vinyasa class, I wasn't dressed appropriately. They also did not like my Target yoga mat because it had a bit of padding. Plus, everybody seemed to be covering up their mat with what looked like a Native American blanket. Or maybe the blankets are from Mexico or Alaska. Hard to say.
Turned out I knew the woman sitting directly behind me. Although she recognized me before I figured out who she was. She asked if I was wearing a sports bra (ha, ha, ha) and suggested if that was the case, I would be happier if I removed my t-shirt.
The heat was unbearable.
Hey, I made it through an entire 30 minutes of that class before I passed out cold.
You can read more in my personal blog today at this link: Yoga for Old People in Sacramento.