Midland Beach bent last night with Staten Island’s beach yoga stretching NYC’s shore. Yogi Jay Patel led 50 on sand, waves crashing past dusk, pure SI vibe. It’s borough calm—$10 class, mats optional, NYC zen soul. A newbie wobbled; a pro nailed tree pose. ‘Staten breathes—this is it,’ Patel says, guiding breath. The tide turned serene.
The yoga’s new—weekly, doubling since March’s kickoff. Patel’s a St. George stretcher; last night’s crew hit max—sea sprayed. A kid mimicked downward dog; laughs mixed with surf. Sunset glowed—perfect timing held. #SIBeachYoga trended; Manhattan’s stiff.
Some griped—’Too wet,’ shivered a newbie, shaking sand. Gulls swooped—focus broke; giggles won. A rival’s pitching a Tottenville stretch, splitting mats. Still, 60 begged next—yoga ruled. Midland’s never flowed so smooth.
Patel’s pushing for sunrise, maybe a pier if summer bites. ‘NYC’s tide—this rides it,’ he says, rolling mats. The yoga’s a Staten win—grit meets grace. Midland’s zen shore now; stretch out. Bring a towel—sand sticks.