The first time you attend one of Cary Choate's classes, you'll probably leave cursing his name and nursing your quivering abs. Those bold enough to return risk developing a cultish attachment to his carefully designed, hurt-so-good sequences. The phrase "gym yoga" tends to be an insult in yoga circles (and often for good reason), but Cary never allows the focus on the physical to overshadow the attention to pace and breath that makes yoga yoga. Even in the dreaded alligator pose.
