Do you remember the first yoga class you took?
I kind of don’t, actually. I mean, I can’t remember what we did exactly. I don’t remember thinking that it felt like coming home, it felt more like “what the hell have I got myself into?!”.
It was hard, my whole body was tight and not flexible at all, I couldn’t follow the sun salutations despite all the pre warm-ups and all that leg stretching, that “your-body-should-look-like-an-inverted V” asathingy was bloody hard, I mean how is that supposed to look like a dog stretching?
I remember missing the second class I was supposed to take, thanks to starting a brand new job on the other side of town (yes the one I still have today) and not knowing how easy it was to walk back home (yoga was literally 5 minutes away from home) when there was a public transportation strike.
I remember going the week after though, because then I remembered how I had felt AFTER that first class. Yes it was hard, and I was never going to put my foot behind my head, but I felt good. I could live with that.
Do you remember the first class you taught, one-on-one or group class?
I remember. Mind you, I would be worried if I didn’t, as it happened yesterday.
I remember being more excited than scared the days before, then slightly nervous 5 minutes before. And then really good 🙂
So I thank my first official student for trusting me and letting me guide her, and for showing me I could do this.
Wanna know the best part for me? In savasana I covered her with a blanket. She said afterwards that she loved it, because since her husband left her with their 2 daughters almost 2 years ago, nobody had done that for her. Such a simple thing.
I guess that was as much yoga as giving her hands-on assists in that “your-body-should-look-like-an-inverted V” asathingy.
Yesterday I learned as much as I taught 🙂