In-depth teacher training resumed a few weeks ago.
I learn new things every day.
Cool things like dropping back from handstand into upward facing bow
And crazy things like intense neck stretches that I am never, ever, ever allowed to teach in a public class due to high risk of injury.
Also how to independently move my toes
Not-so-fun things like sitting in various ways on various block heights for 20+ minutes to stretch my ankles and heels
And fun things like sitting on a blanket and magically gliding across the room……
Yoga is magic.
My entire month is mapped out and most of it consists of me grinding to catch up with yoga teacher training payments/bills/expenses. The few free pockets of time I’ve allocated additional finances to are social commitments I can’t back out of.
In January, I am going to say “no” to everybody (well minus one person, because she will kill me otherwise). Am also really excited to buy myself a pair of shoes/yoga something because god knows I haven’t shopped for myself in months.
Need time and yoga to regenerate and heal until spring.
When the going gets tough and you’re in a tight spot.. An accident or something otherwise out of your control happens…
That’s when you find out who your real friends are.
I learned this August of 2009 when my car was vandalized, purse was stolen, and I had nothing.
True friends are important. You give without stipulations, but you also take when you need to, because nothing indicates mutual trust more than not having a score sheet of checks and balances.
I’ve been over my fear of doing handstands/pincha in the middle of the room for some time now.
This pretty much means I’m used to flipping over into a backbend or just crashing onto my ass 95% of the time.
The bright side is that my backbends have gotten significantly deeper.
Sad part is that my butt and back are covered with bruises and I wince when I lay down.