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We delivered 7 postures last week.  I have never learned to memorize so fast in my entire life.  I started off week four with a HUGE wake-up.  We actually DO have to do this dialogue after all, huh. Oh yes, you very very very do.  And correctly.  No pressure.  No, not at all, so why do yourself a favor and prepare before the teacher training?  That would be too stressful.  Oh yes, too stressful.

This is probably a good week to develop something like, say, an ear infection. Something I haven’t had since I was 12-ish.  It’s been a while, but you know it immediately.  That dull, throbbing, ache.  It radiates out the front of your ear, reaches around your neck, and grabs onto your face.  Apparently ear infections are quite common during the Bikram teacher training.  All the moisture from the humidity and the sweat make your inner ear a sweet little petri dish for bacteria. YUM!  I felt it creep up around 11pm during posture clinic, but I thought maybe it was from all the clapping and cheering (I sort of knew it wasn’t from that though, because I’m kind of a loud talker anyway, and I would have given myself a million earaches by now, and I don’t). By the time I got back to my room, I was sure of it, but I had to wait until the morning, because I knew if I went to urgent care that night, I wouldn’t get any sleep and I would still have to take class in the morning.  I was able to fall asleep and saw the nurse first thing in the morning.  She excused me to go to urgent care and I got meds right away. Phew!  All better! Aside from that, I’ve been solid as a rock. Physically.  Crying during every Savasana through week 4 is a separate thing 😉

What have we learned from this?  Use your time wisely on the weekends to update your blog and check Facebook. NO! Memorize your dialogue! and preferably before teacher training!

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Babes back home

They say that everyone breaks down at some point during these 9 weeks.  Mine happened just at the beginning of week two.  I was riding on sheer exhilaration for finishing the first week, strong, and in one piece. The air was taken out of my sails when reality hit on Monday morning; there would be 6 more days, 10 more lectures, endless movies, and a bazillion more yoga classes, before the next weekend…. and then another 7 weeks.

And I was feeling pretty homesick for my babes back home.

I managed through Monday okay, but I fought a slight edge of negativity that was inching into my positive attitude.  Then, movie night. We had already been up late from Monday night’s movie,but Tuesday’s movie showing sent me over the edge. It was started at 11:45pm, after a 3 hour lecture. We were not allowed to fall asleep, or put our feet up, or sit on the floor, or stand against the wall, or stretch on the floor. There was nowhere to go but the bathroom. I went many times. Attendance is mandatory. I cried in the bathroom stall.  Yep. In the stall.

There are good, valuable lessons in all of it.  A short list includes; faith, self-control/discipline, determination, concentration, patience, and respect. But it is one of my biggest challenges to keep this in the forefront when exhaustion sets in. I have been on a pendulum of sleep deprivation and mental distress, to feeling rested and filled with energy: sometimes from minute to minute.

Room set-up

Roommate

Having an awesome roommate has made this whole experience so positive.  She is very dedicated to memorizing dialogue, and strict on making sure that I get it right, so she gets all the credit for any of the postures I have memorized so far. I anticipated one of the biggest challenges to be eating well since we are living out of a hotel room for 9 weeks, but we have managed to make sure our tiny fridge is stocked with fresh vegetables and have used every possible resource available to make sure our nutrition is a priority.  Cooking appliances are not allowed in the hotel rooms, but we have managed to eat well, and our system is bullet-proof.

Coralie cleaning "something" off of her foot at Manhattan Beach.

I hadn’t seen sunlight in a week, so my old roommate from New York, Coralie, who now lives in L.A., and came to pick me on Sunday.  We walked around Manhattan Beach, got some sun, and window shopped (okay, shop-shopped).  It was so nice to catch up, relax, and get some salty, sunny air.  Coralie stepped in something near the Manhattan pier, which was the only unpleasant point of the whole afternoon, but thanks to handy wipes, crisis was averted!

Everything that we have learned about Hinduism and traditional Indian culture is so fascinating and I have developed a brand new appreciation for the practice of yoga. We are learning to embrace our weaknesses and make them our strengths. Learning to love what we hate, and learning the make our biggest challenges, our biggest achievements. It is belonging to a community, and understanding how to belong to a community.  It is learning the meaning of discipline, motivation, dedication, and faith.

This is a personal journey, a group effort, and a global challenge.

In the Friday night yoga class, we were reminded to give thanks and appreciation for the forces that got us there, reminding us that we did not get there alone. There is always some reason, some way, some element that made us fortunate enough to get to this place, now.  I had a long list of thanks to give.

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