First off, let me just recap my day so you have a proper intro to my first day. John's gone, so I'm on morning duty solo. Two kids were off school, two kids had school. Ava was off to Santa Rosa to visit a friend (quick flight) and so I had to get her up and in an Uber to the airport by 7 a.m. Lucia stayed in bed. The littles (Romeo & Gia) had to be motivated, dressed and fed, then out the door by 8 a.m. Then I told my parents I would take them to see a labradoodle dog they found online---but I mistakenly thought it was 20 mins away, when in fact it was an HOUR long drive. First hiccup in the day--mismanagement of time. So dog efforts all said and done, didn't end until 1:00 p.m., and then Lucia needed me to pick up her friend and drop them off somewhere--which I did. Then I hit the grocery store, shopped and ran groceries home, picked up the little kids again, and then took Gia to get manicures and pedicures because I have promised to do that daily for no less then a week. I wasn't done at 5 pm., and I had to leave at 5:30 for my first class. That was my day. Literally. No spaces in between, no down time, no lunch. Total insanity. It was in that manic mindset when I left at 5:30, found parking (no easy feat on a Friday evening so I felt like it was a good omen that I found one), and walked into the studio.
The training involves 25 people. There are 3 men, and the rest are women ranging in ages from 20'ish to probably 50--which means I'm one of the "older ladies" (but there is one man who is probably 65-70, so I feel comparatively young). We did a meet and greet exercise initially where you count off and then pair off, and do two minute interviews of your partner, and then later present "that person" to the class. VERY diverse class. All different reasons for doing the training, and literally there were at least 3 people who were relatively to the U.S. entirely (an Irish gal, I think there was a woman from China and another from Germany). Some were there with the intention of teaching later, some not. The instructors leading the class (there are 6 or 7) kept stressing the commitment, the intensity, and how bonded and connected we'd become with our classmates. We were handed a big 3" binder filled with papers, and an anatomy book. They went over all the requirements of the training, how we were suppose to track the required 200 hours we needed to graduate, and all the different things we'd have to do to get to the 200 hours.
Basically, I almost had a panic attack during the first half of class. All I could think of was "WHAT the fruitcake was I thinking???" I don't have the time to do this, I don't have the memory skills to do this (some of those Sanskrit words are insanity), and I don't have the emotional stamina (apparently people regularly cry during these training sessions from all the emotional unfolding that happens). I seriously ran thru the scenario in my head of how I could justify bolting. I couldn't figure that one out though since I paid $3,000 to be sitting there in the first place. It's a real good thing it wasn't $100, because I might have just ran home and binge watched Love on Netflix instead.
The second half of the class I managed to calm down, and we started in on the first 2-3 poses--and initial demonstration of what will be a deeper dive tomorrow. I'll tell you what really blew my mind. You know down dog? Turns out I've been doing that pose wrong...from the beginning!! Not only that, it's WAY harder to do it the right way, and I was dying after about 30 seconds in the position. I have a feeling I'm going to hit that wall many times, where I say "damn, I've been doing that totally wrong and had no idea." Just makes me wonder what the hell else I'm doing totally wrong (outside of the yoga arena which I've now confirmed, I suck at.)
I came out of the class at 9:00 with texts from Lucia saying the dog ate the rest of the pizza so Gia and Romeo didn't eat dinner. Great, just great. I came home to the little kids still up, a fat dog, and a freakish amount of dirty laundry that just "appeared ' out of nowhere. I'm a little scared to be honest. I am however, going to blog daily because #1 I have to journal as part of the program, and #2 It might help me stay sane and vent my anxiety. Maybe.
And lastly, I wore my Hard Tail camo leggings and my modern sweatshirt in raven tonight. I bought that raven modern sweatshirt in a small--which is really big on me, it ran huge--but it's GREAT....super slouchy and flashdance-y. I love it. I don't know if legit yoga journaling is suppose to include reflection on your wardrobe, but I'm adding it.
I hit it again tomorrow at 1:30. Wish me luck. I'm kind of excited at the concept that this training really will be transformative & life changing. Sounds like a lofty goal, but I've heard it again and again, so I'm thinking it might really be true.
Signed, ME {lv}
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