I don’t care how good a yoga teacher you are, when you stand at the front of an unfamiliar studio it’s a little like the first day at a new school. Where do I fit in here? What will happen when I open my mouth? Is what I have to offer…enough?
There is a kid in my prison class on Friday nights, we will call him Susan (his name is not Susan).
Susan is really disruptive. Challenging to teach. Whenever there is talking in class, it’s either him or the guy next to him responding. As an experienced teacher, I have a pretty fierce people’s eyebrow that works the way I want it to in the moment, but then not five breaths later Susan is talking again.
Watch this space, loves. That hashtag is going to be a thing.
I spent the first weekend in April at the San Diego Crew Classic courtesy of my friends at Shimano Racing Design. I watched racing, collected hugs from a lot of old friends, and generally allowed myself to roll around in the love that is the rowing community.