At beginning of class while everyone else spouts out all of their injuries to the teacher, I've always been the student that sits quietly with nothing to report. In fact, I used to brag that the only yoga injury I've ever endured was from dropping a wooden block on my toe. (I did have to grow a new toenail after that, but it was pretty mild compared to some of the yoga injuries I've seen.) Unfortunately, I can't brag anymore. This week, my body revolted against me, and I've got to admit, I'm pretty mad at it. Ironically, it wasn't even an injury I got because I failed to practice a pose correctly—it was because I didn't practice at all for almost a week.

I was so busy this week, both at work and with my extra-curricular activities, that my practice took a backseat. I guess it's because without yoga I didn't have a way to work through my body's tension, but yesterday I started to have Sacroilliac Joint (that's the joint where the hip and the sacrum meet) pain. Combine that with a general discomfort all over my body from being tense, and you get a grouchy, sore, deflated yoga teacher.

Despite my misery, I'm trying to see my new challenge as an opportunity for growth.

If you've been reading this blog, you might remember that during my teacher training I was freaked out about having to address people's individual injuries. I'm confident that after working with my own teachers to coddle my poor SI joint—which I now know is out of whack because of a tight Psoas muscle—I'll at least learn what to do if one of my students has the same problem. And, yes, I've also learned my lesson about letting my busy life take priority over my practice. I think that will be the theme for the next class I teach.