Yoga is Like Breastfeeding and Vegas

Three hours of my 200 hour yoga teacher training (YTT) are behind me. 197 to go! The program started last night and I thought this morning before I rush off to hours 4 through 11.5, I would write down some initial observations:

• I am really going to love this program.
• It will really challenge me physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually.
• I might hate it, at least parts of it, for brief periods.
• To continue, I'll have to accept that and move through those periods anyway.
• Whatever parts I hate are the parts I probably need the most.
• I haven't been plopped down into a such an eclectic group of people with at least one common interest since I was plopped down into my breastfeeding group three days after the birth of my first son.
• The first five observations above apply to breastfeeding as much as they do to YTT.
• I made deep, immediate and lasting friendships in my breastfeeding group. I suspect this YTT will foster some similar bonds.
• My 45-year-old body will either break or bloom after sitting on the floor for 200 hours. Who knew just sitting on the floor could wear you out? I exaggerate; we did more than sit but I, and my lower back, did notice the sitting time.
• What happens in YTT, stays in YTT.

Now I'm off for more!