As part of my ‘work hard/do things I love’ thing that is my life, I finally admitted how much I love doing yoga and also how I think I would rock if I TAUGHT yoga. This is based on the fact that when I’m in class, I am easily distracted by people doing things incorrectly and I want to tell them how to fix it but that would make me a jerk. BUT A SMART JERK?
My problem with yoga teacher training up until this point is that I don’t have a specific kind of yoga I love enough to dedicate that much time to it. I loooooooooove Bikram yoga but I dislike Bikram as a person and I don’t think that doing his sequence every day is in fact all the work out you need to like, cure all your diseases/problems (SORRY.) I also don’t think a yoga studio should charge you for water and my current Bikram yoga studio does and…JUST STOP WITH THAT. IS THIS RUSSIA!?
I like vinyasa a lot but then I tend miss the heat so then I combined the two and took hot vinyasa and achieved perfection pretty much but then thought I might also love a calmer class that’s not so hot/death defying/it just depends on my mood which shifts minute to minute and WHAT ON EARTH DO I DO?
I’ll tell you.
I signed up for a 200 hr yoga teacher training at my old amazing yoga studio which is being led by five different teachers who specialize in different things:
1. A student of Dharma Mittra. (This dude can stand on his head without his hands. Is that a good idea? I DON’T KNOW.)
2. A dude who just came back from India where he studied with B K S Iyengar himself. I cannot even with this.
3. One of Jimmy Barkan’s students AKA hot yoga hot yoga hot hot hot yoga!
4. A woman who has been around forever and specializes in prenatal/postnatal yoga. FASCINATING TO ME.
5. This other guy who teaches the hardest class I have ever taken and I’m just completely obsessed. Also he taught me how to jump forward from down dog to the top of my mat without making a sound and have you heard me walk down stairs ever? My mother used to liken it to an elephant clomping its way through the safari. So…noiseless jumping? A MODERN DAY MIRACLE.
As of October, I’ll be participating in training two weekends a month until February and taking class a zillion times a week and learning about anatomy and alignment and how to lead a yoga class. (I’m guessing I shouldn’t walk in and just scream HEYYYYYYYYYYY YOU GUYS which is what I do most other places.)
I’m not viewing this necessarily as a career move but a possible thing I might like to do some day once in awhile and a way to deepen my practice and stop being afraid of the wall. (I hate going upside down against the wall. Don’t ask me why, it causes panic. CHILDHOOD TRAUMA? PROBABLY.)
I was explaining all this yoga teacher training stuff to my cousin Tom on the phone yesterday.
TOM: That is so great! You’ll learn how to teach all different kinds of class!
LAURA: Yeah. Pretty excited.
TOM: Like, you could put on some crazy music and teach a really hard sweaty class! AND I’LL BE THERE.
TOM: Or you can put on like slow jazz and lead a smooth low-key class AND I WILL SHOW UP.
LAURA: Great. I’m not sure slow jazz and yoga are a thing…
TOM: Or you could teach a class where all we listen to is Whitney Houston and I will come and just cry on my mat the whole time because she’s dead.
LAURA: Stop talking. But thanks for your support.