Let it Flow

I am sooooo terrible about getting up on Saturday mornings. I can get up almost any time any other day, but Saturday is like my sacred day of sleep. I was supposed to go to TGs class to observe which I really needed since I don't feel very confident about sequencing in a vinyasa class. And I always enjoy observing that class as well and sometimes helping out. But, I honestly overslept, like turned the alarm clock off, next time I woke up class would have been starting. Well at least I got up in time to go to the class that I was supposed to go take. It's the one vinyasa flow class that I take during the week and I take it because it is taught by the director of our teacher training program.
Today when I walked in I guess I was a little grouchy - probably left overs from my migraine yesterday. The studio was freezing and one of the older students had positioned herself right by an open window. We always have this same struggle on Saturday mornings over the temperature because there is quite a difference in age range and abilities in the students that chose to come to the class. Well, I just quietly went to the other side of the room because we sort of have a tacit agreement that one side can be windows open and one side can be windows shut. It takes all of my patience and non-judgementalness to let go of this issue because I really want it warm in the room and feel like everyone would be better off if the room was warm. And I've gotten so upset that I've left class because I felt the room was to cold for me to practice, but I realized that was only hurting me.
It's so different going from an Ashtanga class to a vinyasa flow class, especially by this teacher. She works very slowly and deliberately and deeply. I don't know if it was the temperature of the room or the pace of the class, but I couldn't really get any good tapas going. We started out with very slow sun salutations and then I think we went directly to the wall to work on handstands in different variations. So again, while my arms were quite tired I didn't have that movement with the breath that creates the tapas that burns away the impurities in the body. I think that must be the difference between between this slow, yet deep and difficult vinyasa and a primary series class.