Granny’s going to teach Aerial Yoga.
I am in talks with the owner of the studio that I started going to this year.
The studio is considering offering training and reached out to me since I expressed interest.
I hope it works out because this is my favorite studio!
It has everything that I want AND it has more of a mainstream yoga vibe about it.
Because although I have been dabbling in yoga for a good while now, I still only know what downward facing dog means.
You start calling out warrior poses, pigeon poses or….nothing else comes to mind at present, and I am like….Hmmm, which warrior is that again? I want to be a warrior pigeon!!
You do it, and I can do it.
Except for the split, I am still searching for a way to become one with my split-y-ness.
But you call it by its yoga name and I am stumped until I see what everyone else is doing and then boom, I assume the position and hold it until I see what is next.
It makes yoga more exciting this way.
That’s why when I was offered a teaching gig last year, without as much training as I would like, I shied away from it. Twice.
God knows, I don’t want to be teaching people if I don’t know what the hell I am doing.
And yeah, I’d be cussing as a teacher.
My class would be called, This Is F*@#!ing Flying Yoga!
But I don’t want to be like, Dude, it’s called the pretzel. Oooommmm. Become one with the pain and I’ll be right back as I run out into the hall, Can someone help me? I can’t get my student unstuck and she’s been hanging upside down for ten minutes!!!
So, the ball is in their court.
And I am still waiting for the pictures.
Perhaps they haven’t sent the pictures yet because they don’t want Granny to get discouraged?