Okay – that might be a bit of a stretch. And there are no pictures to back me up. You’ll just have to take my word for it. Today – my first yoga class of 2013, and I got to teach (well perhaps it was more like lead) the class for 20 minutes! Believe me when I tell you, this was not planned. Perhaps I should explain.
This morning I went to yoga class at a family sports club (I go there for one class per week). This club shall remain nameless to protect the innocent. Class was scheduled to start at 9:30, and I rolled in at my traditional 9:28 to get set up. There was an obvious void at the front of the class where the instructor usually sets up. I knew this was not a good sign, as our instructor is usually there early, presumably well before 9:30. I thought I should take action, so I called our instructor at home. She had called the club the day before to confirm when classes started, and she was told that they started on January 12. LIARS! Okay, perhaps there was just a miscommunication to the sports desk staff, but for whatever reason we were without a teacher. Since our instructor would be able to move at near the speed of light and get to the club fairly quickly, she asked me to start the class with a few simple poses. Yikes! Thankfully there were only 7 other students, most of whom were able to follow along with my instructions and demonstrations. I was just about to repeat a pose when the studio door opened and
my savior our teacher, arrived. The rest of the class was excellent.
Personally I’m shocked that no one thought to take a picture of my momentous teaching experience. Especially when it is not likely to be repeated any time soon. Here’s a photo from a real yoga class. My “teaching” was nothing like this.
Kush was helping me blog (she always helps when I’m stuck for an idea). She’s such a good cat. Now if only I could teach her to take pictures…