We had a new yoga instructor this week. I didn't know it at the time, or at least not exactly. I tend to get in not really quite early enough and stretch out on my mat with my eyes closed and try not to fall asleep, so if the non-usual instructor comes in I don't know it until she starts speaking and then I have one chance in four of realizing something's different. In this case I did realize something was different, pretty swiftly, although I just assumed she was one of the instructors for other sessions that I hadn't happened to see before.
It turned out she wasn't just a new-to-me instructor but a brand-new instructor overall: she had just finished her teacher-training the week before and was called in because our usual instructor wasn't able to make it in for some reason. I did suspect she wasn't very experienced since she did give off that vague air of not being perfectly confident in her position and authority. We weren't challenging it, of course, but that doesn't mean she might have not been sure she had it.
There were a handful of slips, particularly in keeping straight whether a particular set of moves had begun on the right half or the left half of the body, but my experience is that every yoga instructor gets that confused now and then. More striking was that during the sun salutations, a sequence of a dozen moves in short order, she slipped up on whether to call for inhaling or exhaling during the move, but that was more baffling than anything else since some of those moves just don't make sense breathing the wrong direction.
Really, if she hadn't told us, we probably wouldn't have guessed. But now I've been part of a yoga instructor's inaugural class, so, there's that.
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