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Check In On My Journey

Our wonderful group of future teachers–plus guest instructor Stephanie (with the funky pants and stretched arms) in Week 2!
I have now finished the third weekend of my yoga teacher training and I feel like a brand new person. More accurately, though, I feel like I am reaching my full potential. Of course, I have a long ways to go. Recognizing that journey is the first step. 

What We Do
I am going to describe our first few weekends; we take part in five hot yoga sessions per weekend, with one on Friday evening, two on Saturday and two on Sunday. We then have class time, which will usually include teaching by our instructor, the wonderful Robbin, or a guest instructor. Our first night together, we sat in a circle in a room and introduced ourselves and told our story about how we decided to do yoga teacher training. (More on that below on My Journey To The Mat). That same night, we brought our mats into a circle and had to sit knee to knee with a partner. Robbin would shout out a topic, such as "describe your life growing up," "describe the most intense moment of love you've felt" and "name one thing you would change if you could." Let's just say things got emotional, and it was only the first night! That weekend was certainly filled with tears and hugs. Fast forward to the following weekend, and Robbin's pal Frankie led a breathing exercise class. I was excited but had no idea what I was getting into; I've done a few deep breathing exercises in the past and expected I'd feel lighter after. But boy, did Frankie deliver. It's hard to describe unless you experience it yourself, but I was sobbing after a few minutes in. My hands turned into lobster claws, filled with pent up energy I didn't even know I had inside of me. Frankie used a couple of soothing instruments, and finally he held my head and told me to "let it go." It took me another day and a half to finally "let it go," but I'm so grateful I got that out of me. That weekend was a little draining emotionally, but I made it through. This brings us to this weekend. Robbin's friend Kim instructed us about anatomy throughout the weekend. She's incredible! Kim is so full of humor but she also knows her stuff. She had this big picture book of the body and it brought me right back to elementary school; I loved every minute of her instruction. We practiced the dialogue that we'll have to recite in class, too.  

My Journey To The Mat
We aren't at liberty to talk about one another outside of class, but I will tell you my story. Before yoga, I quite honestly didn't know how "lost" I felt. I'd go through the motions of my day; eat, go to school or work, walk the dog, and maybe go on a hike if I was feeling up to it. I mean, I've probably been going through that routine since before college! I also wasn't always kind to myself. I wasn't always putting myself first. I discovered a lot of this when I had free space in my schedule during my senior year of college. I decided to take a yoga class as my elective thinking it would get me fit and toned. I had no idea it would change the course of my life forever. A life where I could be myself and not worry about anything outside of who I am as a person. Granted, I didn't immediately turn into the Namaste Queen, and I still don't see myself as that. But, fast forward a bit after I landed a job across the country where I currently work as an associate editor. I like my work. I don't like sitting at a desk. I feel like I am always itching for something extra. Yes, I did practice yoga during this time, but it was mostly from home with YouTube videos. Then, I was gifted a hot yoga Groupon for my 25th birthday. My first class, I thought I was gonna die. But I kept returning. Robbin would mention teacher training, and I would think damn, I really want to do that. But I wouldn't let it go beyond that expression; wouldn't explore the possibility of me doing this at all. Then, after getting somewhat jealous of a few friends who are certified, I thought well damn, I CAN do that. And here I am! 

Final Thoughts
I'm so grateful for this group of people I'm with. They're some of the best souls I've ever met, and I know I'll be friends with them for the rest of my life. They're the kind of people you can call up with a problem and they'll help you, no questions asked. Thank you so much to Robbin, thank you so much to Mom for always believing in everything I do, and thank you to my family and friends for supporting my journey. You know who you are 😉

Until next time,

Ya girl

My wonderful mother and I back in the day


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