I did the craziest thing recently. I led my first ever yoga class. Well, sort of.
The teacher called in sick at the last minute and there was no replacement. A bunch of us were standing around disappointed at having carved out this time for nothing.
I said, "Let's just teach it ourselves!" Another woman said, "OK!" and started the first five minutes before handing it over to me.
Now, I am nothing if not a talker. I can talk to a wall. However, I need to know the subject matter, which I really don't know that well for yoga.
I'm a passenger on that journey. It's like being driven around without paying attention. You then don't really know how to get there yourself when you have to drive.
I've taken enough classes, though, to have a handful of poses memorized. I certainly did not have a good theme going (i.e., working on your core, or working from head to toe), but with helpful suggestions from the other ladies, I kept us going for maybe a half hour more.
Leading a yoga class was never on my list of things to do, but now that I've somewhat done it, I thought it was really fun! It certainly stretched my boundaries a little bit more.
The ladies were grateful and so sweet! "Better than nothing!" we said to each other, as we parted ways.
I have taught before; for one season, I had a job as an alpine skiing instructor. It is not easy, I know, to be a teacher. But this little experience reminded me how hard it is- so I want to give credit to anyone who teaches for a living. They often make their job look easy. Thank you!