One’s very first yoga class is a combination of many things… especially when you’ve registered for a 10-week long yoga session.

There’s a sense of trepidation – is this class right for me?
What if I can’t do something?
What if I fall on my face and embarrass myself?
What if I hurt myself? – inevitably leading to buyers' remorse (I knew I shouldn’t have signed up for this!).

There’s a realization that class actually isn’t as scary or impossible as you might’ve painted it to be in your head.

There are a lot of discoveries – both big, and small:
Oh, I didn’t know I was so tight in there!
Really, my arms can’t hold me for longer than 10 seconds – wow, what the heck?
Hey, I think I hold my breath – like all of the time!
And what’s up with my mind: how come it is so busy up in there?
Hmm, lying still on the floor can actually feel quite comfortable…. Ahhhhhhhh…..

And then there’s the weirdest one of them all