My first Yoga experience was similar to anything you do for the first time, slightly awkward, seriously uncomfortable, incredibly judgmental, humbling, energizing, rewarding, but mostly hilarious. At the time I was playing lacrosse in college and spending way too many hours a day in the training room treating injuries and pain that I was experiencing throughout my whole body. I signed up for a 10 week "Newbie workshop" in hopes of finding any sense of release and desperate to do anything to make me a better player.

I remember the teacher kept saying "fold forward and touch your toes" and me thinking..., Ok, I know I am folding, but there is NO way I can touch my toes, in fact, I can barley touch my knees. The immediate thought that followed was, "OH my god when are we going to stop folding my neck and back really are NOT into to this". Then after a couple of moments, in what they claimed was only "2 breaths", but really felt like all of eternity, we were able to move again. The class continued and I struggled on experiencing highs and lows (including a full on uncontrollable laughter break out in Happy Baby). By the time we got to sivasana I felt like I had been on the most intense physical and emotional roller-coaster of all time. However, lying there on my back, totally amazed, I fell in love.

Thinking back on my first Yoga class is one of my favorite memories. Luckily for me, I get that sweet reminder every-time I touch my toes.

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