I survived the week intensive. I ate peanutbutter.

I thought I would be able to blog after each day of yoga teacher training, but I was *woefully wrong. After 8 hours in the studio, I came home and melted onto the couch with the good company of some hummus and Parks & Recreation on Netflix. I just didn't have it in the tank.

The week's highlights:

I met some amazing peoples. I am always floored at the mercy of circumstance in handing me kindreds upon entry into all my ventures. My mat was next to that of a brilliant kind lady- who I shall call J. She held my hand through the vertigo (yes, Nana was spinning like a drunk co-ed at Iowa State...a sensation I am all too familiar with.)

In down dog- The room began to spin and I fell to my side with the grace of a water buffalo on ambien. It reminded me of my hard drinking days. I am thankful I get to wake up everyday NOT HUNGOVER. That is a victory. A teacher at the studio, and the owner of the studio (also my teacher for YTT) were incredibly sweet after the episode. They explained that this kind of work can bring up lots of physical and emotional detritus. They gave me some cranio-sacral therapy in front of a gathering Forrest yoga class. It looked like light as a feather stiff as a board. I wept. It's not often people you don't know all that well come to you with that much compassion. I was so moved.

The days were long and the practice was challenging. I found myself ready to debate everything from Veganism to CBT/DBT. I imagine it had more to do with my blood sugar, heart melting exercises and lack of coffee. It certainly shed some light on my knee jerk reaction to defend my world views. All of them. There are so many. I don't even know all of them but they just keep spilling out of my yapper like so much verbal dia-ritahs. I exhaust even myself.

I find myself on guard for comments about my body type and yoga, and rightly so. Being "Fit" comes in different shapes. Ultimately; it is not my cross to bear. I can only shed some light on the subtle discrimination of lowered expectations, and do my very best with what I have. This week my body served me well. She was a glorious shining sweat-covered Clydesdale, and she even gave me a wheel pose for the first time in my adulthood. (Thanks to Ame)

I am really looking forward to the reading, Sanskrit, History and Philosophy to come. I am getting excited about meeting my future students, and playing some Yoga in a safe space.

My assignment for the week is to get to all my yoga classes. The assignment I gave to myself is to check out Aerial Yoga at South Boston Studio. That's correct. I plan on foisting my sweet pale ass into a low- hanging red satin swing and practicing some yoga. They assure me there is no weight limit for the swings, but that remains to be seen. I shall report back soon.

Love,

Kate