I survived my first hour and a half Vinyasa class. I worried. I rehearsed. I even went to Anya's to demonstrate my Vinyasa sequence to see if she thought it would do for a class of "warrior" types.
And now it's over.
I can't even remember how it all went any longer... save that I probably moved a little too fast and had more extra time than I had hoped to have by the end of class to help these hard-working students relax. No one avoided my gaze or made fake-y comments on my class. People seemed to like that I just offered them something different.
All that worry and fuss... for what?
I'm actually, as smarter people than I probably predicted, ready to try it again. The next opportunity I have to teach a Vinyasa class, I won't shy away from the challenge. While it's not my favorite style to teach, it's all yoga. It's all the same joy. It's all breath and movement... and the awe of seeing students produce the postures with effort and beauty.
But, for now, I'm wiped. Here's an interesting clip of news about which a client informed me:
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