So far, the 500 hour teacher training is like camping. INTENSE. (Get it? Intense? In tents? Hahaha! Words.)
The lesson for the weekend is that pranayama kicks my butt. There are other lessons, too, such as after a day of training, it is really better for me not to be around people, and sitting on a wood floor for an entire day hurts, and that a completely amazing, intense, focused, athletic practice interrupted by an overflowing toilet is still a completely amazing, intense, focused, athletic practice. And a thousand other things, too.
After all of the breath work this weekend, I understand why it has always been a part of the practice I resisted. During a session today I came close to a total meltdown, which is pretty cool, actually. It felt horrendous as it happened, but every new understanding of how to reverse engineer emotions in the body is worth the temporary discomfort. I cannot put my finger on exactly what the emotion was that did me in today; it is something to which I may need to return.
Since last night, in my time out of the studio I have been intermittently high as a kite and angry as hell. While I know well that it is all stuff that needs to be released, rise, and fall, it definitely does not make me better company. (For now, anyway.)
Tomorrow, back to teaching, work, and all of the things that were sidelined this weekend for the training. Chop wood, carry water as it were.
