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On the Path: My Teacher Training Journey Part 2
Seven weeks in and 188 hours later, we are less than a long lazy night of sleep away from completing the full 200 hours of level one teacher training. And I am anything but asleep. The light of awareness is blazing bright. Life’s little questions become clearer, my chaturanga is rocking (my rotator cuff thanks me).
The soreness from week one never went away, but my relationship to the aching tissue did. It is no longer seen as an uncomfortable or inconvenient sensation in my body, but the physical proof of transformation and change occurring at the cellular level. As many gung-ho yoga trainees, you feel like you should do a chaturanga with every vinyasa and find the full expression in every pose. Your ego is in the driver’s seat saying “this is what a yoga teacher should look like.” There is nothing more humbling than your body talking back at you and saying “no more, I’m out.”
It’s sukha dukha, ease and suffering. Some days I could pump out sun salutations, others I was in a fetal position for half of the class. And that is okay. At least, now I know that. And that is the biggest lesson of what it takes to be a good yoga teacher. The struggles in our own practice allow us to guide our future yoguinea pigs through the challenges they will face on their mat.
I am beyond grateful to family, friends and my Nadi Yogi sangha for enlightening me with their love and support while I navigate these deep waters. I’ve learned so much from you all. Thank you.
This training has taught me to take care of myself and listen, pay attention to what my body is communicating to me physically, energetically and emotionally. That I am stronger on each of these levels is beyond my wildest imagination. When I thought the journey began seven weeks ago, I couldn’t have been more wrong. This has only been the warm-up, the real journey begins now.
See you on the mat! Namaste.
Lara was bitten by the yoga bug many years ago while recovering from a half-marathon injury. It was that bittersweet turn of events that led her to find refuge on the mat. A nomad and seeker at heart, it is in good ol' Austin and through the practice of yoga that she is (finally) putting down roots.