Yoga teacher training - weekend one

Remember 12 days ago when I went to a taster session for wannabe yoga teachers? Remember how I said I didn't know if I was going to go through with it, or if so when and how?

Yeah, I signed up the next day. 

It was a whim. They had a session starting. It happened to have an open slot after someone dropped out. I shuffled my excuses-excuses-excuses (with a side of fear) off to the side. "Count me in," I said.

And thus, this past weekend I started my new yoga journey to who-knows-where. I'm taking the 200-hour course through YogaLondon, hosted at the awesomely-named Kagyu Samye Dzong Tibetan Buddhist Centre for World Peace and Health. It's three weekends a month for three months, so if all goes well, I'll be a Registered Yoga Teacher by the end of July, which is a real title, which means that similar to PhDs, I can totally have business cards printed with ", RYT" after my name (and yes, that's the first thing I thought of when I learned about the certification. Am I zen or what!) 

So Friday nights from 6-9pm, and Saturdays and Sundays from 9am-6pm, I need to be present and accounted for, with my reading and homework done, ready to go. I've also committed to a six-days-a-week practice, which I was basically already doing anyway, albeit via YouTube rather than ever even trying on my own. 

This first weekend was focused primarily on learning Surya Namaskara A and B (Sun Salutations A and B - note that I also need to learn sanskrit for all these poses). We broke down every single pose, along with transitions. We learned adjustments, modifications, and progressions. We wrote scripts for ourselves. We had a lecture on different kinds of breath I'd never even heard of. It was exhausting. 

And I realized that wow, I have a lot to learn. It's actually kind of incredible how much I'm supposedly going to know in just three months. I'm not going to lie: it's daunting. Saturday night I came home after the first full day and almost burst into tears because the magnitude of what I've signed up to do had hit me.

In fact, if dropping out were an option at this point, I can't even swear I wouldn't do it. I have so much else going on already, and it's a scary new challenge-y thing. I don't always like scary new challenge-y things.

But I've committed, and I'm going to do my best, and that's really all anyone can ask of themselves, right? So let's see where this goes. Namaste.

Love,
Joëlle