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My husband recently learned about "knee valgus" (when the knee caves in toward your body's midline, usually accompanied by internal rotation at the hip joint).
He kept calling it "knee vogel," and then that turned into "knee yodel." And yep, that's what we're calling it now.
So folks, try not to let your knee yodel.
My goal is for this little studio (and I do mean little--for the price of a normal class, you will get the unique personal attention of a small group or one-on-one yoga session) to grow into a community meeting place. We're all a little off the beaten path out here on Knik River Road and I know, especially for us Glenn Highway commuters, that it's hard to get to classes in town. I'd love for you to join me for an early morning or evening class, or for a post-Church "Lazy Sunday" class on Sunday afternoons.
This is a short story about how I--the last person you'd expect--decided I wanted to teach yoga.
Sometime in mid-2015, after yet another running season ending in injury, I decided to take a step back and start focusing on the why and how of what was causing my cycle of injury and pain (a hip-knee "thing" I could never really pinpoint).
I never imagined it would lead to becoming a yoga teacher. How laughable.
I've been a runner since even before my high school track and cross-country days (I hated running back then), and then "became" an ultrarunner in 2005 (after a long stead of drinking too much, smoking, working 60-70+ hour weeks). Through all this running, however, there was a recurring thought-pattern, which would eventually send me into a downward spiral:
Back to 2015. Something clicked (the first of many clicks... and trust me, things are still aligning and clicking into place, and coming into view for me everyday).
I began to get serious about adding in weight-training to my routine. I also began to incorporate 20-30 minutes of PT exercises (you know clam shells, fire hydrants, bird dogs, etc.) at least three times a week. Thank goodness for the Internet and the availability of so much information, and so many online personalities willing to share their wealth of knowledge. (Another post for another day to list all those go-tos!)
In 2017, I pretty much thought I had my aches and pains under control and KNEW the formula for staying healthy. What did I do with this knowledge? I decided to train for an Ironman (no, I wasn't much of a cyclist or a swimmer at the time), ramped up my training from 0 to 60 in about 3 seconds, and guess what happened?
I still thought I could beat my body up without repercussions. I thought I could cram years of bike and swim training into six months. Too much, too soon. I ended up not even able to run more than five miles. Hello hip-knee thing, where have you been!?
I went back to the PT exercises, back to square one. I continued to consult Dr. Google, and I eventually stumbled upon Kelly Starrett (and I'm not even a cross-fitter), which led me to Jill Miller's Roll Model Method. This was another major "click." Everything in the body is connected? You don't say!
In short, I began searching for Roll Model training, and meanwhile I had been regularly attending yoga classes at my gym again. To my surprise, there was a yoga teacher training in Anchorage with a Roll Model and anatomy focus. To my greater surprise, this non-yogi's application was accepted. (My forever thanks to Kim Greeff for seeing something in me and having faith in me.)
So here we are today. And I can't wait to start sharing what I have learned, all the little things that are "clicking" for me on the road to healing and being kind to my body.