There were two familiar faces in the back of the class, and I spent
the entire hour trying to place them. Did I live in the same dorm as one
of them during college? Are they friends-of-friends? Did I try to evict
one of them in my property management days?
After
class concluded, the mystery was solved. The red-head told me she and
her friend used to take my Pilates class, which would have been over a
year ago. I was flattered they remembered me, and more still when one
commented on my music selection.
"I love Band of Horses and Regina Spektor!"
I
smiled, because who would have thought my music would blend so well
with Kev's for a Yoga playlist? I admitted I couldn't take credit for
all of it, and told her I'd pass the compliment on to my husband.
She
also told me she originally attended Yoga about a year ago, and
absolutely hated it. The instructor was very challenging, and offered no
modifications whatsoever. She felt like she sucked at Yoga and would
never do it again. But after attending my class, she felt renewed
confidence.
"I want Yoga to be for everyone," I told
her. "That's why I'mconstantly showing variations. Sometimes we forget
to acknowledge the strengths of others, especially if they're different
than our own."
I don't know if they'll come back again,
but I'm hopeful. It's moments such as those that keep me motivated to
teach. When the music reaches someone, when they realize they can do Yoga, that's what makes it worth it for me.
