The Yoga Journey Continues

Soon I was hanging out at the yoga studio nearly every day. It made me feel better and I was gaining ground on the deep grief that had kept me sidelined all summer.  At the end of a session, I noticed a pamphlet which advertised the upcoming teacher training course to become a certified yoga teacher.  Something sparkled inside of me. I thought, wouldn't it be amazing to completely immerse myself in yoga and see where it would take me?  I was still not certain if I wanted to teach, but I did know I wanted to deepen my own personal practice and this seemed like a magical way to do it.

I set up a meeting with the owner of the studio, got all my questions asked and answered, paid my tuition and signed up.  Woo hoo, my heart did a happy dance and I felt more reinvigorated than I had for a long time.  I upped my practice from 4 times a week to 6-8 in preparation for training, I felt like I needed to get in yoga shape otherwise it was going to hurt.  What I didn't know was that 14 hours of yoga in one weekend was going to hurt whatever shape you are in!

The training schedule is every other weekend, a Friday night, Saturday from 11.30 to 6pm, Sunday 1.30 to 6.30pm.  It's a commitment from a time and fiscal point of view. The hubby has turned into a bit of a yoga widow but he is incredibly supportive and we still seem to have quality time on those training weekends.

About to start our 4th training weekend. The story so far: 5 hours of doing back bends may tweak your back a little and learning about balances and standing poses is really intense but so much fun. The anatomy class is also intense. I thought by being a nurse I would have a better handle of this but my area is pediatrics and community health. Yoga anatomy is all about muscles, tendons and ligaments, where they are and how they work - it's still a bit of a foreign language to me.  

Talking about foreign language, lets talk about Sanskrit.  The language of yoga that seems to follow no rules and puts consonants and vowels in all the wrong places. That dude Pantenjeli, the father of Sanskrit has some explaining to do - what was he thinking?! I am trying to learn many of the words and phrases using flash cards but there is no pattern so it's a case of memorization...sigh.

But the trainings are magical, there is an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement of what we are going to learn.  A small group of 8, it is intimate enough to get to know everyone.   The teachers are amazing and even though the days are long the time flies by and I would go every weekend if I could.  It has given me a renewed sense of purpose, more than I have had in a long time and so I continue with enthusiasm and anticipation.

Enjoy your weekend, friends - 

xo Angie