Welcome to the Discomfort Zone—where the lights are low, the silence is loud, and your hamstrings start questioning your life choices. This isn’t your bubbly, upbeat yoga class. This is the one where you stay—in the pose, in your body, in that weird little corner of your mind that only shows up when things get real quiet.

We hold the shapes long enough to stir the shadows, stretch the truth, and maybe even meet the version of you that isn’t constantly running from stillness. It’s moody. It’s deep. It’s oddly satisfying in a “why do I love this slow burn” kind of way.

No badges for bravery here—just fascia, feelings, and a little existential spice.

Come take a long, uncomfortable exhale. We saved you a spot in the Discomfort Zone.

Open to all skill levels.