Here's the bad lady part. About two years ago, I was in a similar situation. The studio where I practiced would be closed or self-practice one day. I knew the teacher at another studio. He had actually subbed for my teacher on numerous occasions. And the studio where he taught was two blocks from my house. So, I thought, I'll drop in on R. It will be nice to take a class with him. When I got there he asked if I was still practicing with K. I said yes and explained that her studio was closed that morning. He said that I really shouldn't jump around from school to school but I could stay. I didn't really consider dropping in to one class after 6 years "jumping around," but the point was well taken. Then, at some point in my practice, his assistant, also someone I knew from the neighborhood, came to give me an adjustment. R admonished her, "Don't adjust her. She doesn't practice here."
Now, I bring this up, not to bad mouth R. He's a fantastic teacher and has every right to have rules in his shala. I actually found the situation more comical than anything else. However, this was in the back of my mind this weekend as I considered practicing at Yoga Mala Shala while Shanti Yoga was closed.
First, I wrote to K, the neighborhood teacher to ask permission to drop in for one class and told her that I practice with G. She welcomed me to come to the class and didn't seem to have an issue that it would be a one time or once in a great while thing.
At first, I thought this would work out great. Then, I got really paranoid. K was going to let me drop in there. But what if G had an issue with me studying with another teacher. I wondered if I should keep it a secret, but that thought made me feel guilty. So, I asked G's permission. He had no issue with it and said that K was actually lovely person and a great teacher.
K's studio just opened in June. It's space rented in a converted church on Mt. Vernon and 17th Streets in the Fairmount neighborhood, only a 5 minute bike ride for me. The old space had a warm and cozy feel with some lit candles and K's little altar adorned with pictures of Guruji and flowers. Two other students were practicing when I came in (a bit late!). K warmly welcomed me. She gave some wonderful adjustments, some which I hadn't experienced before. After practice we had a lovely conversation about the developing Ashtanga yoga scene in Philadelphia.