Yoga and I go way back. My mom worked at a gym when aerobics and kickboxing were all the rage. When we were little we would go with her and play with all the other instructors kids in daycare, but once we were old enough we would take my mom’s classes or other classes that seems cool. One day my best friend Nikki (who’s mom was also an instructor) and I decided to try the yoga class. The class started out with the typical mantra OM. We only about 10 years old and the chanting went on for what seems like forever and we finally burst out laughing!
Needless to say we were kicked out of the class. So I was determined that yoga wasn’t for me. But I still couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t understand what you did in a yoga class, what was it? I would spend hours in my bedroom playing the Lion King soundtrack (it seemed yoga esque music at the time, I was a disney kid what can I say) and make up yoga poses with names like “grasshopper” and “monkey” and obviously “lion”. However, that interest faded and fast forward several years and I found myself not practicing yoga, and still determined that because I laughed that one time I took a yoga class I still believed yoga wasn’t for me.
My passion for yoga started far before I became a yoga instructor. I was working in a physical therapy office as a physical therapy aide, originally planning to pursue physical therapy. There was a physical therapy assistant that invited me to go to yoga with her at least once a week. Finally I set my fears aside and decided to join her. Little did I know that my journey started here. I first fell in love with the physical side of yoga. My work as a physical therapy aide perfectly complimented my interest in yoga and vice versa. I was emerged in this study of the human body and I was fascinated. I continued my studies in biology, primarily focused in anatomy and physiology until I decided to attend a yoga teacher training in 2017. I started teaching in January of 2018 I have loved every moment.