Yesterday night, I wrapped up the 9th weekend - out of 10 - of my yoga teacher training.
I've said this pretty much after every weekend, but I can't believe it. I really can't. This was such a whim when I signed up for it. I didn't know if I could do it, or if I would like it. And I don't like it. I LOVE it. I can't believe what it's done for my confidence, my self-respect, or for the way I look at my life. I'm simultaneously sad and happy that it's almost over.
As usual, it was an exhausting, yet wonderful, weekend. Friday evening we had a one-hour practice, followed by our first of three exams: anatomy. Ohhhh, anatomy. As previously mentioned, not my forte. So how did it go? Well, I think I probably passed. Perhaps not glowingly, but I knew the bones and the muscles, and I kinda-sorta knew the postures to avoid for people with hypertension and hypotension and various injuries, and which muscle laterally flexes the spine and so forth. We shall see.
Saturday morning was my turn to be teacher's assistant during the two-hour morning practice, along with two fellow students. So that means I taught a few poses to the whole group, but mostly wandered around the room doing adjustments. Adjustments are hard, people. You have to be super careful to not hurt yourself or the student, not to throw anyone off balance with your adjustment, and to actually help them. There are lots of things to remember, and you have to make split-second decisions: "Would this student benefit from an adjustment? If so, how can I best help them in the next five seconds?" Also, if you're adjusting a particular student on, say, the right side - and then five minutes later you teach the same pose on the left side, you should ideally remember to be there to adjust them again, rather than being way across the room helping someone else.
We had more business courses, more teaching practice one-on-one, a pub quiz style review of philosophy, a lecture on how to modify for pregnant women, and a discussion on how to market ourselves using social media. My head is FULL, but my heart is happy.
I honestly feel so sad about this journey coming to an end, even if I know another one will be beginning right behind it. I feel like I've found myself a little tribe of fellow yogis and friends, 19 other women I've learned from and cried with and laughed with, and that I'll miss when it's all over. I really feel genuinely lucky to have connected with such a wonderful group of people, and our Mama Bear, Corrie. I just don't know what else to say about the experience. It's been so special.
There is one weekend left. A philosophy exam, a practical exam, and a final day for graduation (and more tears, no doubt). And then Corrie's little 'songbirds' (as she calls us) will leave the nest.
And we will fly.