Challenge Accepted

I have thoroughly enjoyed our yoga class these past few weeks. I'm really excited about what is to come. Last semester, I took Baylor's yoga HP ("fitness and relaxation?" I call it "yoga" anyway...). As a result of that class, and taking a yoga class my freshman year here, I consider myself somewhat advanced. The poses we've done have been at most moderately challenging to me, simply because I've been introduced to most of them before. Nevertheless, I have learned that I need to make modifications to some poses, as I have been doing them incorrectly, or am too short to do some in certain ways (such as supta virasana on the bolster or the shoulder stand on two blankets instead of three).

What has made the class so great, in my opinion, is the zeal for which we are approaching yoga as a class. From my perspective, no one has been shamed for falling or losing their balance. This might be partly due to the fact that we have a desire to get the poses down well. Everyone gives it the old college try. In my yoga class last semester, there was a guy who obviously didn't want to be there. He would come to class late every day, audibly plop himself onto the mat with a sign, and exert minimal effort into his practice. It was frustrating to see. It was also inconsiderate of him to put forth so little, when our instructor and the rest of the class made a conscious effort to get to class on time and make a solid attempt at the poses.
On that note, Dr. Schultz mentioned that we are on our way to doing headstands.

What?

I've never done a handstand in my life, not to mention a headstand. My yoga instructor asked for volunteers during one of our last sessions of the semester to learn how to do headstands in front of the class. A few brave souls stepped up. The rest of us had looked on sheepishly as they raised their hands, then boldly leaned forward to see how they fared. They all did well. I was proud and impressed. Now, it seems I have no choice but to step forward and learn myself. I'm partly terrified, partly excited. I liken it to my experience ziplining a month  ago. I'm afraid of heights, or as someone who was in line with me said, I'm afraid of falling from high up. I didn't really want to go, but I knew it'd be somewhat fun, and a good experience. Once I got  on the platform, I almost unhooked myself and walked away. I actually took a deep breath, and jumped. It was awful at first, and then it was amazing. I felt like I was flying!

I doubt doing a headstand will feel like flying, but it'll feel cool to say I did it. I'm up for the challenge :)