Sometimes it's a challenge stepping onto the mat.
July 25th, 2013, 5pm
It was 18.9°C with overcast. The breeze was gentle.
I’m recovering from my first semi-serious yoga injury. I was in a class with graduating students on their last class before being certified. We partnered up and played with forearm stand to scorpion transition. I went in trusting that my partner would catch me if I fell. She didn’t.
I bring this up, not because I want to place blame. Rather I want yogis, especially new teachers to understand their role. It is so easy to injure yourself in class and I can’t stress enough on how important it is to be alert and clear on your cues.
I went to class a couple of days ago to feel out where my body was and all through class I was wrapped in fear. Asanas that I flowed easily into felt wrong. My body was tense, my lower back and hip ached in gentle twists. I’m afraid this injury will carry through my practice. I don’t know how long it will take my body to heal. I’m scared.
It’s been a humbling experience slowing down. Listening to my body, learning patience and taking on my practice a day at a time. While chatting with @PipDevine, a teacher in Melbourne she said to me, “Injuries are such good teachers.” Wise words.
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