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In the past seven months, since I first joined my yoga studio, I’ve settled into a routine for myself. I take a lunch hour open flow on Tuesdays. I take a beginner class on Wednesday mornings. On Thursdays, I take another lunch hour open flow, and then a tougher flow later in the evening. Finally, I go to a beginner class late Saturday morning.

The other week, the owner of the studio (who also happens to teach my Thursday night class), said to me, “So… when are you coming to my 9 a.m. class on Saturdays? You know you’re not a beginner anymore.”

So that Saturday, instead of sleeping in and then making my way to my usual, beginner yoga class, I sheepishly attended the early morning class.

And man oh man did it kick my ass.

I found myself thinking, This is too much for a Saturday morning. And I don’t think I’m ready for this class. And also Screw this. I miss my beginner class.

But at the end of class, the instructor asked me how I felt. “Good work,” she said, and I knew I’d be back.

When I become a teacher trainee in 2013, it will be rougher than this. It will be that Saturday morning class, times a trillion. I need to be prepared. Otherwise, what business do I have becoming a teacher?

So this morning, I woke up early. I made my way to class. And I worked my ass off.

It will still hard as hell. It was still a struggle. There were things I couldn’t do without somehow obtaining magical powers.

But I could feel myself getting stronger. And that felt damn good.

How do you know when you’re ready to up your game?