Leah hadn’t realized how much of a challenge it would be to reacclimate herself to instructing a class again. One-on-one classes with Rae, plus the few times Rory had joined them, wasn’t as daunting and didn’t feel like she was doing an actual job. This wasn’t her job anymore — at least not one she would get paid for — but it was still enjoyable. Probably more so, once she got back into the swing of things. Conspiratorially pointing out how badly some of the people in the class were doing was not something the old Leah would’ve done.
It actually surprised her when Bea didn’t appear to be offended with consolation that was also partially criticism. Her smirk became a more genuine smile at the shared joke, and she made a show of glancing around at the other yoga practitioners again. “Eh, maybe top ten. It’s a lot of people’s first time at this, so I kinda expected to have my hands full with people who don’t know what they’re doing.” Only time would tell if these instructional classes would be as popular and fun as Rae’s dance classes had been. Not that Leah had ever attended those but the one time.
“Happened to me the first few times I tried doing that pose,” Leah remarked when Bea’s first attempt faltered. She canted her head thoughtfully to one side. “Probably why I prefer wearing shorts when I do this.” It was probably one of the first times she’d ever used her own embarrassing moment as a means of reassuring a person she didn’t know.
Leah pursed her lips to hide a grin. “Candid yoga camera would be all sorts of entertaining, I’m sure, but no. I’m not the most tech savvy person. Setting something like that up would be a pain in the ass that I don’t want to deal with. Nope, the only place you’ll be seen embarrassing yourself is in here.” The smile broke through as Leah gestured to indicate the gym.
Nodding approval when Bea settled into the Tree Pose, Leah said, “Good. Try to stay that way for at least a minute, then switch legs. It’s okay if you can’t hold it for the whole minute.”