If I was to tell you that New York City was to get yet another Yoga studio (which, spoiler alert: I am), you’d probably take a deep sigh and think something like:
1) Please let this one play good hip-hop.
2) Please let this one have a high-temp room that makes me sweat like a wildebeest exactly the way God intended.
3) Please let this one have free WTRMLN WTR’s Watermelon Juice.
Wow, it’s like those Yogis read your mind.
Because now, there’s this: Y7 Yoga Studio (“Y” for yoga and “7” for the seven chakras), a grotto of beat bumping, sweat dripping, Vinyasa, candlelit yoga now open in Flatiron.
The place is cozy, but not tiny. The actual class space held about 25-30 people without being crammed ass to face during downward dog, exposed brick and a hand selected hip-hop soundtrack chosen by the guest DJ (naturally), set the scene for some serious stretching action.
Basically, this is the kind of place that makes a bench-press station seem as current as a Pinto. Sure, they’ve got some touchy-feely stuff that’ll help you tap into your inner well-consciousness-being and the like, but they’ve also got a Vinyasa flow that will give you a run for your money.
The intermediate-athletic flow lead by instructor Chloe Mackie was a bit faster paced than a more traditional practice, but than again everything about Y7 is non-traditional–starting with the lighting, or lack there of. Other than a few candles in the front of the room, it was dark, which I found at first to be terrifying and later more liberating.
Yoga terminology is relatively foreign to me, how the hell was I supposed to look at the person next to me to to make sure I was doing the right thing if I couldn’t see them?! Chloe explained that she would guide us through each order of the asanas once slow, pick up the pace, and then we would continue on our own without her at our own speed.
Luckily Chloe’s a badass instructor who gave clear concise directions of where she wanted our body to be, and when she wanted it to be there. An absolute must when your teaching a room full of slippery sweaty bodies in the dark. The repetitive nature and progressive pace of the sequence helped as well, making it easier to recall the order of the poses when it came time for the freestyle portion. I had plenty of time to explore each posture and work my way into it.
The room is heated enough to loosen your muscles and get your heart rate up quickly, but not bake you alive. The beauty of the dark heat combo is that you loose all sense of embarrassment. It’s simply too hot to worry about whether your boobs are swinging around or how your hair is plastered to your head. In fact, I kind of enjoyed being allowed to just sweat all over the place and not feel out of place.
Inner peace: achieved.
You can rent a mat $2 and sticky towel for $3 at the studio, or bring your own. To all the hot yoga novices like myself, I would highly recommend the sticky towel. I tried bringing my own cheap towel from home, and left looking like a human lint roller. I later found out that the beauty of the sticky towel is that it will better adhere to the mat, and the fabric is almost like a microfiber so it won’t rub off on your clothes like regular towel lint does.
Refresh after class with blow dryers, face towelettes, deodorant, dry shampoo (in lieu of showers) and plastic bags to put your sweaty clothes in. There aren’t any lockers, so leave your Rolex at home.
Maybe you’re the type of person who likes to have “fun.” Or move your body around to “music.” Or say things like “Om.” If so, this place is going to make a whole lot of sense to you.
New student special. $45/two week unlimited OR $99/one month unlimited.
Y7 Studio 25 West 23rd Street New York, NY 10010