I am getting quite sappy as our time in Chch is nearing its end. Today I taught my last yoga class in New Zealand. The yoga teaching was the first job I got in NZ, yet the job I have worked the least amount of hours. I took over for another woman's class who, fortunately, was leaving, and have been building a following ever since. The women that I have taught were definitely saddened to see me go. I honestly didn't know how much of an impact I had had on them; I only saw them once a week for an hour. Part of me completely understands. As stressful as my day has been, or as much as I dread going to the gym (even as a fitness instructor), minutes into class, my mood is brightened, my soul soothed, and my mind and body relaxed. I will certainly miss it...if you told me a year ago that I would be teaching yoga in NZ, I would have said you're crazy, and now, well it's just another fact on the resumé.
Eastgate Mall, home of...
Configure Express, gym for women, where I've been teaching yoga since October...
and the Warehouse, where Bret shops weekly!
The tradition of going to yoga every Monday has been an often dreaded challenge. The mall that I teach at is the furthest away from our flat (it seems) and requires several bus transfers. Just to get to the mall, teach the one hour class, and return home is a three hour process, with lots of waiting. Bret always accompanies me, since it's an unfamilar part of town and, get this!, the mall closes at six (which is when my class starts)! While I teach, Bret goes to The Warehouse (NZ's WalMart), which is open until nine, and picks up whatever we need. Then we board bus one to take us to another mall to wait 14 minutes for bus two to take us home, exhausted and usually hungry. On the most special of days, we run to the KFC across from bus stop two to grab a quick dinner in 14 minutes. And since last night was our final trip, we splurged. Today begins the first of many last things we'll do in Christchurch, and perhaps New Zealand!
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