Posts Tagged ‘vacation’

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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I’ve noticed a pattern.  Maybe living out of a 100 sq foot hotel room for 9 weeks with a roommate will do that.

In particular, I’ve noticed that these behaviors follow me wherever I go.

Exhibit A:

My clothing finds itself in organized piles around the room.  There is, actually, an organized system in place, where items are placed either in the drawers (clean), on the bed (already worn but will wear them again, probably today), or on the floor (good for one more use but also I just shoved everything off the bed because I’m going to sleep now and I know which items are pretty clean and will reorganize everything back onto the bed in the morning). I now realize that this particular habit is not a function of my living space, awkward furniture arrangements, or lack space, but that I implement this same sort of system everywhere I go.  Anywhere that requires clothing, wearing of clothing, taking on and off of clothing, I will eventually designate separated piles of clothing articles based on their frequency of use, accordingly.  This has a funny way of playing out at home because Wayne and I have similar habits, but different systems.  His system goes something like, I’ll wear it until laundry day, and not put it back in the drawers until its clean again, and then I’m not totally sure it will make it back into the drawers, I might just put it back on.  My way is a bit more systematic, so as a household, we’ve defaulted to my system and I organize his clothing piles accordingly.

Another pattern came to my attention only today when my roommate left for the weekend. Almost immediately, I started leaving my things about, and not cleaning up after myself!  I told myself, I’ll do it in a little bit 🙂  After practicing dialogue with my neighbor, Anna, down the hall, I returned to dishes in the sink, food out on the… dresser (ha!), and clothing all over the room. It hit me, I do the same thing at home while Wayne is working.  I slob up the apartment all day and clean up right before he comes home.  I think, in some way, it gives me a sense of accomplishment, to clean up after my own messes 🙂 Like adding an item to your to-do list that wasn’t there before, but you’ve done it, and it feels good to have items on your list that are crossed off.

Exhibit B:


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To plan effectively, and efficiently, for your 9 week Bikram Yoga training, it is important to do a lot of thinking about it beforehand.  Think hard. Think of everything there is to think about.  And then come to the realization that you need a few details.  For instance, it will be helpful to know what sort of accommodations are being provided for you with the million dollars you just invested to attend this thing. To make your research simpler, I have included a few details here.

  • You will be staying at the Radisson LAX hotel located adjacent to the airport.  No need to stay somewhere where you will be able to explore the city.  There will be no time for that.
  • For a few million more dollars, you can get a room to yourself, otherwise, you will be paired with a roommate. Earplugs may be of use unless you are certain that your future roommate does not snore.  If you inquire, and the response sounds something like, “I don’t think so, no one ever tells me I snore,” bring earplugs.
  • You will be provided with a mini-fridge. Assuming you have a roommate, you will need to share this appliance.
  • Microwaves are provided in the “designated cooking area.”  There are two (2), for all students to share, so your best course of action is to stock up on highly processed, unrefrigerated foods that you can eat straight from a can/bag.
  • Four (4) washer/dryers are provided in the hotel for 500+ students, so your best bet is to pack enough clothing to last you 9 weeks.
  • You are not allowed anything green.  So although you have already spent a hundred bazillion dollars to attend this training, you may not bring anything you currently own, including your mat or yoga clothing.  You will have to buy new.
  • Make a friend 1-2 years earlier that you can encourage to move to L.A. so that you will have someone to take you grocery shopping on the weekends. I have made 2 such friends.
  • It is recommended that you memorize the dialogue before training. Give yourself several months to stare at the text.  Take it with you wherever you go. Look at it from across the room. Read it over a few times. Make a laminated copy to bring with you on vacation.  Several days before you are to leave for training, decide that no one else will have it memorized either, and stop freaking out about it.
  • It is required that you do yoga at this Bikram yoga training.  Twice a day as a matter of fact.  For that reason, do not feel pressured to attend one single class for at least 4-6 weeks before the training.  The 8 days in February where you went every single day, should be sufficient.
  • Get on the Facebook event page early, and snag the best roommate.  This will be one thing you will be glad to have done because then you can text and Skype each other for a few months up until training and share each other’s anxiety.

Think about all these things for 3-4 months. If you plan well, you may be able to work a few of your training needs into Christmas or birthday gifts.  Relatives and friends will be relieved to have an idea what to get you, and happy that it is something they can likely order online.

I will let you know, at the end of 9 weeks, how well this strategy worked.  I’m going to guess now, pretty well.

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Hands-palms touching,
Feet together at the line,
Arms over your head from underneath,
Heels and toes together,
Lick the back of of your knees,
Everybody nice and straight grip,
Ears always touching with the thighs,
Maximum body weight from coxcyx to the neck,
Do not even breathe.
Do not move a muscle.
Come down and push, and push, and push,
Last chance, breathing only through the nose,


Yeah, I’ve got this.

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One of them was very diligent about their work.


The other one couldn’t balance in the sand so decided to play in the water instead. This one practiced dialogue sometimes too.


But they both enjoyed the morning walk with a cup of Costa Rican coffee. 6am doesn’t get much better than this!


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I moved across country and tonight attended my new yoga studio for the first time. Not only that, but I made my way navigating the bus system through a brand new city! How empowering!

I miss my old studio in Park Slope, Brooklyn, but this has been a true exercise in letting go of expectations.  I have always put my mat in the same place in the room-which, as it happens, is directly in line with the breeze when they open the door a crack just before I vomit or die. I attended my home studio for 7 years.  I knew who I would see at the 6pm class, the weekend  classes, and all the usuals coming and going before and after class. It wasn’t intentional, but I made mental notes of the teachers I liked (and disliked) and planned my week accordingly. And, if I’m not getting nostalgic enough, just a quick word on the carpeting- I miss it! I miss the way it feels and I miss the way it makes the whole studio smell “close”, and the way they attempt to cover up the sweaty mustiness with lavender-soothing freshness. It’s familiar.

In the weeks before my move, I decided to practice every day, which was new for me since I’m normally a 3 time-a-weeker. I learned a lot. Iearned that the running list of elements that had to be just right in order for me to go to yoga that day, were my own obstacles. I will share a few here:

  • Too tired
  • Didnt drink enough water today
  • Really don’t like the teacher tonight
  • Havent pooped yet (sorry but true)
  • Not feeling 100%
  • Didnt plan my meals well today and maybe will be too full/hungry

This list does, indeed, go on.

In my new studio today, I felt completely lost.  This studio did not have carpet! It was like gymnasium floor (not one of those wooden ones from elementary school, more like specially imported recycled materials used in olympic training facilities.  I felt very pressured to work hard.). The students formed three rows. Three! The heat seemed to be coming from every angle instead of from a vent overhead.  I had no idea where to put my mat, where the cool spots where, or where the breeze would come from. As it turned out, the breeze did not come. They didn’t open a door ONCE! (full disclosure: there was a fan, and it wasn’t even that hot. But it’s like I said, you get used to things).

One day this studio will become normal too, but I will never stop missing the joy from the breeze of the door being opened a crack. If this practice doesn’t make you appreciate the little things, then I don’t know what you’re doing for 90 minutes.

Without the familiarity of my old studio and everything I was accustomed to, I had to completely let go of my expectations. I realized that the one familiar thing in there was me! I listened to my body, and it remembered right where we left off. I can still do it! Even in a new place! I still have muscles and bones and joints and ligaments. It was all still there. I did the same 26 postures and I still sucked at the ones I suck at. I couldnt have been happier. There I was. Me! Just in a new place.

It is a good lesson that sometimes, our bodies take our minds somewhere new, but it is with you every step of the way. And in just a few weeks, I will be practicing in a new space in L.A., with 400+ other bikram yogis.  I can’t wait to show them how freakin’ awesome I am at standing bow.

(those of you who know me, know I have the flexibility of a metal clothes hanger- it’s a tough bend).

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Goodbye New York

7 Years is a long relationship. I grew up in this city, and now I am moving on.  I am taking with me so many tools to move me through the next phases of my life.  I loved New York, and look forward to all the memories that lay ahead.

I had my first Bikram yoga class in Hyannis, MA, but I began my yoga journey in Brooklyn, NY.  The studio is small, old, carpeted, and poetically diverse.  Choosing to become certified to teach Bikram yoga is not poetic or inspiring to me, it is just the next natural step.  It has been my next step for many years.  Being able to take the step is the beauty of it all.

Goodbye to each and every apartment I lived in, whether 1 week, or 3 years.

Goodbye to Robin and Erin, who I think are the coolest Bikram teachers around.

Goodbye to Breezy Point, Chumley’s, Wall Street, and the West Village.

Goodbye to waitressing, writing, acting, and all the things we do for our art.

Goodbye to jobs I hated and jobs I loved.

Goodbye to brunch with friends.

Goodbye to roommates, old and new, and to those I will see again soon.

Goodbye to Franklin Avenue, Prospect Park, Eastern Parkway, and to the streets and the people that made my neighborhood my home.

Harry, take care of yourself.  Mr. & Mrs. Pak, thank you for being so kind. I don’t care about any of my ruined dry cleaning, short hems, or stained shirts. Thank you for accepting all of my packages and thank you for your garden every year.

Goodbye Breuklin, Bruekelen, Brooklyn Coffee Shop. Your lattes are very good 88% of the time, but it was playing cards on the weekends with my Sweets that I enjoyed the most.

Goodbye to new friends I have made, from all walks of life. I am moving away, but we will stay friends.  Or you will have to find a polite way to tell me to stop harrassing you.

Goodbye to all the fun I have had with my Sweets here in NY, we will visit again soon.

Goodbye to the subway, and all the kids who are selling candy. Not for no basketball team, but to make some extra money and do something positive with their spare time….

Goodbye and see you soon!

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