I liked the sweat that poured off of me and could only hope that I was detoxing the sugar and junk I had eaten the day before at the party we hosted. At parts I veered off from her teaching to play in poses that I mostly made up. Contorting my body this way and that to loosen my joints and free my mind. She didn’t yell at me this time. She must have known that I was comfortable in this terrain.
She told us during Abs that there are no excuses for not getting in there. That a teacher Joel who used to teach for the studio before leaving the area would called her out after she had her second c-section and would complain for the umpteen time that it was hard getting back, no excuses he would tell her. She obviously listened and dug in. This was my thought as I stared at her rock board mid section. My appreciation for what it took to get her belly back in shape. I didn’t listen to the no excuses though and rested while the rest did their abs. It was kind of nice just lying there but a little anxiety producing too. Like I should be heading in a direction that everyone was going in but was just standing (lying) there still. My neck was hurting and I needed to rest it I told myself. Excuses..
At the end, I watched the mostly young yogis file out as I enjoyed not rushing out the door. I told her as she picked up her things that I liked her wood decorative fixture in front of the door. We chatted and she suggested things I could do with the bamboo that my husband and I had had cut down in our backyard. She softened every so slightly in conversation. As we parted I said, “this yoga is getting harder as I get older.” More Excuses.. She quickly retorted we are all getting older. I am lazy (I tell her).
She replies, “I can be lazy!” “I was resting on the couch before I got here.” We are fighting over our laziness! Two young kids and running a studio and teaching? You have a right to be lazy and rest on the couch!
“You probably needed it,” I answered. But she might not of heard me. She was already out the door heading to the desk to sign people in for the next class.