I grew up a very intense athlete. I played the Junior USTA tennis circuit in high school, later trained for the Race Across America (bike riding 100 miles a day), and worked out like a
fiend (three hours a day) all through my 20s.
One day I was walking around my apartment, ran into my CD
cabinet, and broke my pinky toe. I think if most people were
asked what one part of their body they need the least, they
would say pinky toe. Well, for me, it meant that I couldn’t walk
on it or put a shoe on it, much less run the stairs, spin, play
tennis or any other activity that I was obsessed with doing
every day of my life up until that point.
As it was healing, still too tough to put in a shoe, but gaining
usability, I remembered that there was a guy at the gym who,
for years, told me that I had to try this yoga class in Santa
Monica on Sunday mornings. And for years I told him,
Yeah, right." Well…it was time to try yoga.
I dragged my sister and close friend over to Bryan Kest’s
Sunday morning class in hopes of moving something around
a little bit, maybe getting a little exercise in. And, boy, was I in
for the surprise of my life. My whole life changed that day.
Turns out that yoga was everything I ever needed: mind,
body, spirit, intensity in a way I never got at the gym. From the
first day I walked into class, I knew that this was it.
This was right before the 9-11 tragedy and I guess you could say yoga found me just as I needed it.
Up until that point, I worked in the real world. Started at ICM,
moved on into screenplay development, went from there to
work for Microsoft and then helped build a number of Internet
companies. When I discovered Bryan, I was also getting my
MBA at UCLA.
Within weeks of starting yoga, I began ditching work and
school to get to yoga classes. I couldn’t get enough. One
day I told Bryan that all I wanted to do was yoga all day, and
he replied "Well, why don’t you?"
Why don’t I? But I’m in Business School. I have an Ivy League
undergraduate degree. I earn good money. What am I
supposed to do? Drop everything and become a yoga
That day my wheels started spinning. And a few months later,
I withdrew from UCLA, left my job, and put out my new
shingle: Shana Meyerson, Yoga Instructor.
I didn't know if I'd ever earn another dollar, but something was calling me.
It was a tremendous leap of faith for me. Leaving Business
School was harder for me than getting in. I am not from
among the quitters in this world, to say the least. But I did
what I felt I needed to do. Up until the day I healed my broken
my pinky toe, I’d have told you the last thing on earth I could
ever see myself doing would be teaching yoga. Now I do it
and love it with every ounce of my being.
You will see my passion for the practice when you work with
me. You will learn, you will grow, and you will evolve. That’s
what yoga does. It changes lives. And I would be honored to
help change yours.