Unfortunately, those are high standards. But they shouldn't be. They should be just standard.    And I was pissed. My dad and I usually weight lift or road bike together, but since my future is pretty wrapped up in yoga, he wanted to share it with me and couldn't be convinced to pay for one class at a studio (the one I go to is kind of expensive, but it's the only one around that offers kundalini and ashtanga. My city's been infiltrated with bikram and "hot vinysa" which are fine but not my style). Next time, I'll just teach him myself or pay for the class for him, haha.