My first yoga class was not that long ago.
I was so fearful, fearful of what it would be like, whether or not I had the correct outfit on (I didn't), whether or not I brought the right stuff (I didn't), whether I would be able to follow the instructions of the instructor (I only sort of could). Fear of what the other people I encountered, more experienced and knowledgeable about yoga, would think of me.
I walked myself into a hot yoga class in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, armed with an old, dusty yoga mat I purchased at a garage sale.
I remember the instructor asking me if I had taken yoga before and responding with "I did a P90x yoga video and took a class once at a YMCA."
Her reply didn't come till halfway through class after what seemed like my 58th updog/downdog-
"Not your typical gym class, huh Amy?"
I fell instantly in love.
With her, with the feeling of coming to my edge, with being so out of my element, that I couldn't care what other people thought of me.
I look back nowand know the freedomthat first yoga class brought into my life.
I knew no one in the class. My husband was working, kids were at school, and all my friends family were somewhere the like.
I was alone with my mat in a room of people that were completely enthralled with what the physiological change they were experiencing on their mat.
In a room full of people, I was alone and free, to play, to mess up, fall down and get back up...
To try this thing called yoga.
And, I kept going back.
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