Week 1 of 8 is complete. Thursday night was all about anatomy, which made me realize I should have paid more attention in school. I know basics, but also a lot I don’t. I will be getting the recommended books and studying. Which makes total sense to know which muscles are working in each pose. Not only as a teacher, but as a student. I like to know which exercises to do at the gym in order to work different areas so this is not different. More in-depth than what I am use to but needed.
We also have to attend 35 classes. 15 choices, 10 power 1, 5 restore & 5 hot yoga. Friday I did a double class and took a power 2 class then the restore class after. My first restore class and it ended up being amazing! I was skeptical, I usually don’t like the slower paced classes. I like the sweat, the feel of a workout, so I was surprised I enjoyed it. I am not sure if it was the instructor or the fact that I really needed that class, but I left so relaxed. Almost like I had just had a massage, which someone did mention that she like to go get one after that class & I see how that could be the icing on the cake. Might just have to reward myself with something like that one of these Fridays.
Yesterday was our first long day. 9-5. I took a hot yoga class before “class” and I forgot how challenging that class can be (and HOT). Which might not have been the best idea since we did a lot of movement in class. We did a lot of practice. Breakdown the poses, learning names & cues, what to look for then, then doing the pose itself.
Then, I asked to close out class. Everyone has to do it once, for practice, so I asked if I could go yesterday. I had a really good theme and I wanted to get it out of the way so I didn’t have to wonder when it would have happened. I should have waited till toward the end of the class itself, when I had learned more, and felt more confidence; and now that it is done I thought of ways to make it better, and stuff I should have said.
Should have, could have, whatever. The time was right for me to do it. I took the jump and dove it. It may have not best my best dive, or the prettiest, but what matters is that I jumped.
Sit in a comfortable position and raise your hands above your head. Breathe out. Inhale and bring your hands to touch at your heart. Your heart is the place of love. Today is my 11th year anniversary. Hallmark and big companies would have you believe that great love is shown with dozens of roses or trips to Jamaica for a surprise get away. But that’s not it. Great love is hauling the kids back and forth between birthday parties while the Iowa game is on. Great love is leaving a post it note on the coffee maker saying Happy Anniversary because everyone is still sleeping. Great love is the small things. Today as you leave your mats, I challenge you to see the love in the small things and that will be your greatness. The teacher, the light, the lover in me, bows & honors the teacher, the light the lover in you. Namaste.