I taught my first non-family, non-friend yoga class recently. Yoga to complete strangers. A class made up of a local mommy group. I was so excited. I spent way to long making a music playlist…okay I’ll be honest most of the time was spent figuring out how to work itunes playlist settings and attempting to get music onto my iphone. I NEVER do things like this. It’s Jack’s territory. I tell him what I want (usually by humming tunes, because I can’t actually name artists or songs) and he magically makes them appear on my devices. So for my first yoga class I geared up my tech savvy. I’ve been creating a list of songs in my head for a few weeks now, trying my best to recall artists and songs. Just FYI: humming doesn’t work when you’re speaking to a computer. And once I had a list (written down on paper or course!) voila onto my iphone the songs went!
Also note to self: need to gently break the news to Jack that my awesome list of songs may have included a few too many itunes song purchases. Despite our MEGA drive of his music, it is sorrowly lacking in the music I hear in my head. Yes the music is there, next to the judgy voices and a few other things 🙂 It’s a crowded place that head of mine.
Next up I revamped my wardrobe. Side thought – is it called a ‘war’ drobe because at some point in time people were gearing up for war? Most of what I do is for fun…would that make it my fundrobe? After all, for the past 2 months that Sawyer was allowed at the gym’s childcare I think I have been 5-6 times every week. Some weeks I go everyday. This makes my life full of laundry loads as I only have so much “war” gear for athletic activity that will wick away sweat and look good doing it! So with added weekly teaching of yoga I need some new gear. Can you feel my rationalization here?
Note to self: Also need to prepare Jack for upcoming credit card bill with added “war”drobe essentials. Remember to mention the great 15% discount I now get for being a yoga instructor! (rationalize, rationalize, rationalize)
Then onto my yoga practice plan. I have spent hours fawning over my teaching training yoga notes and contemplating how to teach a practice that not only leaves the participants physically worked (but not overworked) but balanced. Picking and choosing poses so as not to overstimulate the nervous system (this class is a late night one and I greatly value the need for sleep). So after all this preparation I was ready. And excited. Oh so excited. Not scared-excited like before international border crossing, airport travel with a small child, unattended by the father where I need a signed parental release, passport, VISA verification, marriage certificate, birth certificate, vaccination status and history of preschool attendance, sick to my stomach the whole time, unable to eat, run to the bathroom every 15 minutes ‘excited’. This was the good kind.
Fast forward to the yoga. Only two of the three participants showed up. Granted we are all moms, with multiple small kids. (Anything could have gone wrong, especially if the kids get wind we want to do something for ourselves.) So off to practice two out of three! After my relaxing and centering breathing sequence my new students starting chatting about how they knew one another, and asking about what brought me to this city. One had to also check for texts…in case hell was breaking loose with hubby and small children at home.
Enter screaming child in the background. (We were afterall at another mom’s home.) No problem though, her husband was learning how to deal with parenting 101: calming the crying infant.
Drawing attention back to practice we started with music. Great music, which they immediately wanted to know the name of the artist so they could also get said music (wtf? I don’t know it’s on the paper list at home. Yoga people! Yoga!!!!)
Back to breathing.
Now sweep arms up… Attempting to cycle through a sun salute one of my students fell over. Literally. Lost her balance and fell over. Granted she did warn me before class she was new to this. And perhaps not the ‘athletic’ type. I looked at my perfectly balanced prepared yoga practice notes. My ego fell over. Literally lost it’s balance and fell over. I was new to this! How do I teach without a lesson plan? We as a class couldn’t hold downward dog without falling over and I had high hopes of triangle pose? Half moon? HA! So after I brushed off my bruised ego, I remember my very first yoga teacher training class. The words were clear in my head. It was almost like when people speak of having epiphanies and a voice just comes to them out of the cloud and booms: “You are all BABIES at yoga. You will be teaching beginners. You need to learn to teach BASICS.” Thank god I listened because for the next hour, between texts and a screaming infant that’s exactly what I did. I think we did a total of 3 poses. And my students were happy (well at least that what they said, as one rushed out the door to save her husband and still-not-sleeping kids and the other went to the room of the in-house crying child to try and get them to sleep). I think it went well.
Next time I’ll lower my expectations. Maybe show up in sweatpants and just play whatever album I’m listening to that day and see where it takes us 🙂 I love the shaking up and breaking of life patterns this yoga class provided. The A frame of my personality needs a good shake now and then.