I couldn’t wait to get started. It actually felt like the night before the first day of school. Well, I suppose it was the night before the first day of school, but you get where I’m going! I made my organic peanut butter and jelly sandwich, packed up my yoga bag, laid out my outfit and what’s probably different than any other time I’ve started school…drank a ton of water.
Having to be there promptly at 7:30, I left around 7:10 and arrived about five minutes early. All of the other lady yogis came in within the next few minutes and we gathered in the studio to start. I believe we chatted and did a brief overview of the program for about twenty minutes before we had a five minute break and started our first yoga class. When I say “yoga class” I mean an actual class. What’s interesting is that the studio is still functioning, so you have outsiders join the class yet you’re doing it with the training program. Pretty neat concept! We started with a one hour class and then the next class was an hour and a half. TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF POWER YOGA.
I knew that I was going to be doing a lot of yoga but didn’t quite realize we were going to be doing every class that the studio offered that weekend. I will continue to say that we did an hour long class that afternoon mixed in with some teachings. Sunday rolled around and naturally, a MASTER workshop was being offered. We started off the the day meditating (which I will get into in a different post) and then right when I thought I couldn’t move any more, we started the master class. Two hours. I about died! We finished off our day learning more about teaching and then capped off the weekend with one more hour and a half class.
I can whole heartedly say that the process felt like I was running a marathon…that I didn’t even know I was going to run. The best part about all of it, despite sweating out every bit of every part of me, was that I was able to really make the practice my own. There was no way in the last class of the weekend that I was going to be able to make the moves that I had done in the first class of the weekend. But it wasn’t about that. It was about being present and about connect with those in the room and most importantly, knowing that I can do me and be OK with it. I know, it definitely sounds cheesy but I will say that being thrown into a situation I had never been in before, and be able to come out feeling accomplished was incredible.
I can’t wait to continue to share my journey with you. If you have any tips on how to get me through the crazy next eight months please let me know!!