Catching Up

Today is Father’s Day… the first Father’s Day where I’ve only had one father. Although it felt like something was missing—I have all the father I need in Larry. That hurts to say… but a father who loves conditionally is no father at all.

I drove up north this weekend, spent some time in San Jose, some in Santa Cruz… went to a few parties—three to be exact. Two graduations and one Father’s Day & birthday party for Larry. It’s always so good to see the family, and of course do what we do… we did yoga, jumped in the ocean, cooked, ran 10 miles, ate and slept. Yum.

I’m confused in my life… this past 6 months has been nothing but transition after transition. I’m not sure of anything anymore. I find myself with certain expectations, and find myself being let down over and over again. There are aspects of my life, and my relationship, that I LOVE… but there are also aspects of both that I cannot handle.

I move into my new 1BR house with Taylor on August first. I’m already planning my quiet time, but also thinking about all I need to outfit a new house. With all this moving, it’s no wonder I can’t save enough to buy… it all gets flushed down the rental market!

Devin and Oriana come to SLO for one night this week. So much has changed since one year ago. We had a going away party for Devin and I thought my life would never be the same. It hasn’t. I’m so happy for him that he’s found love and adventure. I’ll always miss those lazy days, training days, good eats and good laughs with D though. It will never be the same.

I’m off to bed. I’m taking a week long workshop with Peter Sterios at Wellspring Ranch. Most of the yogis and yoginis stay up there, but I’m commuting so I don’t have to take time off. That means early mornings for me this week and long work days. I’ll survive. All in the name of good yoga.

Oh--and this week is week 1 of 16 training weeks until the marathon!! Wahooie! Time to kick the party food and get into training mode :O) 26.2 baby!

Humble Yoga

Tonight is a night of planning. I'm often not a planner, but tonight I MUST.

I'm teaching yoga to not just anybody tomorrow, but to my fellow trainers, and quite possibly my worst critics. It's not the first class I've instructed, but an important one.

So I'm writing and remembering what I've liked about each instructor, what poses have been taught exceptionally well, how I've seen certain poses scaled for different people... you know, the details.

It's truly a humbling experience, and I'm sure even more humbling tomorrow. I think the most important part is going to be remembering that the classes aren't about me or my abilities but about the students and their needs.

I started to realize after getting back from New York that it's time for me to teach. After having amazing teachers, it's difficult for me to practice with not so amazing teachers again. The best of the best in SLO are now the same individuals I'm used to seeing practice next to me in class.

I know it's going to take time, and I'm going to make mistakes, but I'm SO excited. Although I'm not perfect at each pose, I have a lot of knowledge to share and LOVE LOVE yoga. I know my anatomy, I know a lot about common injury and postural issues, but still, there's much I don't know.

Hopefully this is just the beginning of an exciting journey to come...