love at first sight isn't my thing.

As I listen to interviews with yoga teachers, I hear the same thing so often.

I fell in love with yoga the first time I stepped onto my mat.

And I think that creates this expectation that the first time has to be magical. That if you don’t have that *spark*, then yoga just isn’t for you.

But I didn’t fall in love with yoga from day one. And, to be fair, that isn’t my tendency anyway. 

I have considered my husband a close friend since I was 16. And I didn’t start looking at him *like that* until I was 21. And then I fell something serious.

my prom date, me, and my Nathan

my prom date, me, and my Nathan

I hated coffee for years. And then I found iced lattes and everything shifted. Now that rich, caffeinated beverage is pretty much my life-blood.

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Until my late twenties, I didn’t like shrimp or tomatoes or avocados. Oh my, how things change.

I started practicing yoga way back in 2002. We were newly engaged. I was going to Weight Watchers and someone at a weigh-in mentioned seeing something about yoga on Oprah. Around the same time, a co-worker brought Yoga for Dummies to work and we laughed and “practiced” once the kids went to bed. (Woohoo, third shift at a group home.) I also bought a Rodney Yee DVD. But it just didn’t stick. I was just interested in burning calories. Over the next few years, I’d pull out the book or the video (or Windsor Pilates) when I was feeling like I needed to bring some movement into my day. 

About two years ago, I started trying out yoga again. And I worked really hard at it for probably about a year. I went to a free (and packed) class at a local brewery. I went to Bikram regularly for a while. I tried lots of different groupons to lots of different studios. But, the entire time, yoga was just something I did to cross-train. I was running seriously, and serious distances. I practiced yoga so that I wouldn’t fall apart while running. And my goal was always to push push push and sweat sweat sweat. I brought the same discomfort to my mat that I took to the streets.

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All of this time, though, it was just another way to exercise. That was where my interest stopped.

Once I stopped running and started to put my weight back on, yoga was just another reminder of things I used to be able to do that I couldn’t do anymore. It was just another thing that I was failing at. So I stopped practicing. All together. It was just another thing in my life that was just too hard.

Until Curve Camp. *Huge confession*: I didn’t sign up for Curve Camp (you know, a YOGA retreat) for yoga. I had (and still have, btw) a huge crush on Mara Glatzel. She was speaking at Curve Camp and it was only 4 hours away. So I had to go. No question. I signed up and then I felt like I had to get my yoga feet wet again. Because, hello, I was going to a yoga retreat.

I started immersing myself in my old resources. I would pick out the poses I could do out of my yoga deck, shuffle them, and practice a series. (Oh, the things I must have done wrong.) I went back to some of the YogaDownload practices that I remembered from a year prior. I inhaled all of Curvy Yoga that I possibly could. I bought and started using props. I made it a point to find my comfortable edge and stay there. I made it a point to take a long savasana. 

I started to see the benefits. Curvy Beloved with Anna and Vivienne built my self-trust and my self-confidence. I started to feel the pull to give what I was learning to others and I signed up for Yoga Teacher Training.

But I still wasn’t in love. I thought I would approach yoga and teaching the way I had approached running and coaching. 

And then? Curve Camp happened. And I fell in love.

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In a room of women that looked like me. Each of us in our own versions of Warrior One. I remember the moment. I was being lead by the woman who would become my teacher. I had Mara on my left and Sharon (a local studio owner) on my right. And I had the thought, “This will be my life.”

And I was in love. Twelve years after the first time I first stepped on a mat.

My point? Don’t write anything off. Don’t expect to know anything from the first moment. Be curious. Be open. See what you fall in love with.

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