Hey! It’s finally Friday! We made it 😉
Yesterday, I took the time to slow down and go to a yoga class. I do my own practice at home but there is nothing like going to an hour and a half class that is structured and well taught. Since increasing my running over the past year or so, I find that certain parts of my body are stronger (which is GREAT for running) but also much less flexible (which can lead to feeling achy, getting injured, etc). As much as I love running, taking burn classes, and packing my day full, sometimes I realize that my body is craving yoga. Yoga is much more than a “workout”, so I never call it that. I consider it a time to consciously breathe, stretch, release tension, and let go! Before I go on and on, I thought I would share a little background about my first love.
I took my first yoga class at age 13 or 14. My mom convinced me to go with her and I was a typical unhappy/annoyed teenager, whining the whole way there and back. The class was made up of mostly seniors, making my mom and I the youngest by far. The teacher was an incredible woman who I grew more fond of each time I went. Her own story of finding yoga was moving, so moving, that my teenage self was even moved.
Long story short, I became the token teen in my mom’s senior/middle-aged yoga class and no longer went to class just because my mom dragged me. I wanted to go. I started to see positive changes in my life, way beyond the obvious physical changes that occur with any type of body movement. I started to feel less anxious (something I struggled with immensely during my teen days). I started to realize how much tension I held in my shoulders and face. And, I started to breathe.
My mom became a yoga teacher after a few years of practicing and of course, I went to all of her classes. The love blossomed. I had an outlet for anxiety and a place to slowly build my confidence. Yoga for me, has always been a place where I can worry less about being perfect and give myself space to just be me.
The other amazing thing about yoga is that it made my mom and I extremely close. No matter how many races I run, weights I lift, or things I juggle, I know that yoga is always there for me. I am so grateful that my mom had the foresight to drag me along to her yoga class, despite my attitude.
I became a registered yoga teacher in 2009 at Laughing Lotus Yoga Center in San Francisco, one of the most beautiful and incredible studios I have ever been to. I was very fortunate to learn from two incredible teachers (Jasmine Tarkeshi & Keith Borden) and a wonderful mentor (Katherine Otis). My class was also full of inspiring and supportive people.
I think it is safe to say that my first love is a forever kind of love. And, I think that is something I am totally okay with!
Have you ever done yoga?
What is your favorite yoga pose?