Today was my second and final session with Manju Jois and Greg Tebb... only except Manju wasn't there and it was just Greg. It was raining pretty hard as I walked from the Belmont redline stop to the shala. I got there right at 6:30am, pretty thoroughly soaked and saw Greg just as I was entering the Chicago Yoga Center. At first I was pretty excited; I'd be able to ask him a few questions about some injuries I have. As soon as we got into the elevator together, I remembered that I don't actually have any communication skills and any attempts at conversation would end terribly for me. At that moment in the elevator with him, my brain turned to mush.
Greg: Hello. You are here for yoga?
Me: Yes! And you are here for yoga too!
dumbass! of course he's here for yoga! Thats the only reason why he's in chicago! stupid!
Greg: ... Looks like you got your mat wet.
Me: Yeah, it's raining pretty hard out there.
really, fool? As if he can't see the rain or doesn't have rain where he's from.. idiot! No one wants to talk to you about the weather. Quick!! Ask him something else! Ask him if he lives in California with Manju!
Me: So, uh... do you live in Chicago? I mean... do you live in California?
What the hell, dude! Ask a question properly! He's going to think you're an idiot!
Greg: Oh no, I just go there sometimes to see Manju.
Me: ... ... oh...
Greg: ...
Me: ...
DAMN IT ALL!!!!!
So that marked my first interaction with Greg Tebb who seems to be a really great guy. After changing into my yoga outfit (no lululemon here, strictly Target!) I had finally managed to regain some semblance of rational thought. I asked him some questions about my wrists which give me trouble now and then. I had read online that he had practiced some martial arts in the past, and seeing as how my wrist issues are probably from punching chunks of wood for years, I figured he would be a good person to ask. He explained that sometimes the something something carpal something something tendons something something get bunched up or too tight or whatever. He told me to practice lightly when I have pain and to make sure i stretch out the forearms and wrists, and also to "gap my wrist" which is something that I learned a while ago when I was studying hapkido but I haven't really bothered to do. Good info! Thanks Greg!
At that point I just put my mat way in the corner and shut the hell up and started practicing. Much to my chagrin, my phone went off in the changing room right away. I dashed to my phone and shut it off. Fortunately no one else yet had arrived, so the damage was minimal. Practice went fine. He had some pretty nice adjustments that really helped me lengthen my hamstrings and had a couple good corrections on my Sun Salutations. I have some neck pain this week from being dropped on my head during kung fu on sunday (long story...) but today's practice really seemed to help. I took it easy in sarvangasana and all those weird shoulderstandy things in the closing sequence (karna pid, urdhva pada, pinda) and managed a pretty decent headstand as well.
Then, things took a turn for the worse. I heard a phone go off in the changing room with my exact same ringtone!!! Greg shot a look at me, and once again I ran to my phone to see why it had turned itself on and started ringing. To my relief, it wasn't my phone at all; it belonged to someone else. I went back and finished up my practice, but I then realized that Greg probably still thought it was my phone and I'm sure he was glaring real hard at me with his third eye. I finished up my savasana kinda quick and hastily left the shala so that he would realize the phone was still ringing and not mine. With my luck today though, I bet the phone turned itself off as soon as I left. :\
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