I tried yoga for the first time about ten years ago. Not because I thought it was awesome and wanted to try it...I did it to be a smart ass. One of my co-workers, an Occupational Therapist, was also a yoga instructor. She regularly incorporated yoga into our work with the kids. I saw it make a difference but wasn't sold on it for myself. Then one day she mentioned being sore from a yoga class.
Sore.
From yoga?
I scoffed. How could she be sore from standing in weird poses and breathing? So, to prove a point, I went through all the poses I'd seen her do and held each one for a minute. Guess what? I was sore the next day. A really delicious kind of sore. I was hooked. I started practicing regularly and learning as much as I could. I often entertained the idea of becoming a yoga instructor but something always held me back. Until my life went through a series of upheaval.
First, my engagement ended. (Don't be sad, it was a long time coming.) Then my oldest son told me he was moving three hours away. A week later my youngest son told me he was leaving home too.
What?! Aren't the birds supposed to leave the nest gradually!?
In less than a month I went from having three kids and a fiancee in the house to having one kid who's gone every other weekend. That's a lot of change! So what was I going to do with all that time? I decided to finally bite the bullet and do something for myself I've wanted to do since that day I came in to work sore from yoga.
I signed up for teacher training.
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