Ever wonder what it's like to be a yoga teacher? Straight up: Somedays, you're ON. You're a ROCK STAR. You will confidently lead your class, in the moment from the beginning to the end, and want to do it all over again as soon as class wraps up. And then, there are the other classes. Welcome to inside my head during one of THOSE classes:
"Two chocolate Zico's for breakfast, baby! Let's PLAY!"
"How long have I had them in this opening child's pose?"
"I just told them to breathe for the fifth time in four minutes. Is it only four minutes?"
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"Holy hell, I just Sun Sal B'd on the right side three times."
"Fuck it, I'll Sun Sal B on the left side three times."
"Am I jogging around the room? Damn."
"That person's pissed about this twist. Wait - am I in people-pleasing mode?"
"Why am I standing on one leg?"
"Okay, so joking about hugging your legs together like you've got to pee in Eagle wasn't a good choice this morning."
"Totally didn't mean to teach Twisting Triangle there, but it's like that."
"I still really have to go to the bathroom."
"I need to write down that having to go to the bathroom while teaching backbends might lead to teaching them with too great a sense of urgency."
"Damn. Same goes for abs."
"How the hell am I at hip openers with only ten minutes left?"
"Eight more minutes until I can go to the bathroom."
"Six."
"Yep. Leavin' that water bottle the hell alone."
"Two more minutes."
"Ten seconds."
"I will NEVER drink two chocolate Zico's before teaching again."
It's good to keep it real, right? Create a fantabulous weekend!
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