Pure Yoga

So on Friday at lunch-time I could not help it. Curiosity gained the best of me and I was off to take the Pure Yoga tour, or should I say the pure-rich-yoga tour.

Everything is magnificent, except the price (130 unlimited per month, for any type of yoga you may fancy (yes not just mysore but anything)).

They even have these rooms where you can practice by yourself, and plug your i-pod for music if the mood strikes you, AND you can also change the light to reflect the color of the chakra you are "working" on.

I know... a bit much, yet I could not but chuckle and wonder how it would feel like to practice under purple, or indigo, some of the high chakras, would I get instant enlightenment? God knows I was tempted.

The bathrooms had more showers that I could count, and rivaled those of equinox or New York sports club, which I happen to know courtesy of my 10 years of navigating through the corporate world of NYC.

The only thing about it all is... they are uptown, on the green train which has just been voted the worst train in New York City.

Then again, I am not sure what I am wondering about because I would miss my teacher, Greg, so I am not even going there.