Let me begin with saying how incredibly blessed and grateful I am for the wonderful people in my life.
It’s official I taught my first yoga class. I knew it wouldn’t be perfect after all it would be my first full 60 minute class on my own and I hadn’t really been able to have a personal practice due to my stress fracture. Which by the way, I refused to believe that’s what was wrong with me. Especially after being misdiagnosed by an orthopedic surgeon who specialized in the foot and ankle. Seriously, his diagnosis was that I had weak ankles.. my reaction was WTF I’m a yogi runner!! I have strong feet or at least strong ankles and my ankle doesn’t hurt!! The top of my foot hurts!! All I have to say about that is thank God for my sister for her guidance in getting me fixed up. I’m happy to report that I’m finally boot free. It’s still difficult not running (doctors orders) but I plan on going for a few runs this week. I’m ecstatic to report that I finally was able to attend a few yoga classes this past week. With that said here’s my tale:
My first class!! 2/21/15
I was a nervous wreck. I was sweating like crazy!! I keep going over what was to be a perfectly scripted class. As a yogi I strive to keep a balance in life, I try not to get worked up. When I’m on my mat it’s my time let go of what doesn’t serve me. Running is also my outlet. It helps me work out my doubts, it gives me time to think things through. I also get my best ideas while running. The two together keep me from losing my mind. Not having either one of these outlets had me on pins and needles. I felt like I was losing my mind. I had my doubts about my class. Was I gonna be horrible, was anyone going to attend, was I going to screw up? I had thoughts of why was I doing this, why was I putting added stress on myself. I finally had to come to reality. The reality was that I was teaching a class and I had to be the best me in that moment. Regardless of what the turnout it wasn’t a life or death situation.
My goodness!! That was the longest hour of my day. It turned out to be a very rewarding, humbling and learning experience. So many of my friends showed up to support me. They offered their love. I was honored that they took time out of their day to share this time and space with me. So as class began we set out on our journey many of them were attending their first yoga class. Talk about pressure!! My class theme was about love. Loving yourself or the love you give or accept from others. I was definitely feeling the love and energy in the room.
So we survived the hour!! Did I screw up? Yes! Did I puke? No! Did I learn from this journey? ABSOLUTELY!! I learned it’s not easy but anything worthwhile is never easy. I learned that I am courageous. I learned I love learning, I will forever be a student, life is about growing. We truly never master anything without the desire to continue to educate and teach ourselves. I also learned I love sharing my love for life.
So from the bottom of my heart I thank all those who attended my first class. The love and light in me bows to and honors the love and light in you. Namaste
Melanie
