It’s been an emotional rollercoaster of a week, taking in highs (feeling inspired and confident to go forth as a bona fide yoga instructor) and lows (painfully tearing my right adductor muscle, ow), and I’ve reached the end feeling suitably exhilarated and looking like I’ve been dragged through a yoga studio backwards.
On the injury front, in the spirit of positive thinking, I’ve listed all the benefits of the injury that I can think of, which weirdly turn out to be quite a few:
- Anatomically illuminating – I am now painfully aware every time I engage my adductor muscles.
- A reminder to lose the ego – I don’t need to get into a perfect posture every time.
- A reminder to listen to my body and respect that it knows best.
- A reminder to practise yoga mindfully. The reason I injured myself was because I was knackered from a sleepless night (that is a whole other blog post in itself…) so I wasn’t focusing on what I was doing; I wasn’t in the present moment. Hence: snap…ouch…
- An opportunity to leave off the purely physical practice whilst I rest, and instead explore some of the more subtle aspects such as breath-work, meditation and reading around the subject.
- It encourages me to develop traits such as patience and humility.
Still, for all of the above (said through gritted teeth), it is blimmin painful, and it’s been a tough challenge to overcome, especially in the midst of such a physical week. I had to become an observing wallflower for the last two days, and ignore the overwhelming itch to join in. Strangely, the mental challenge has been greater than the physical…
On a more exciting note, I have come out of the training week not only with a wealth of new teaching skills and experience, but also with my first ever professional yoga photo shots. One of the other trainees is a photographer, specialising in yogis (errr….niche market) and I commissioned her for a brief photoshoot one lunchtime, thinking ahead to when I will hopefully fairly soon want to create my own website. It was a brilliant half hour of feeling like an unlikely celebrity and I have learnt a valuable lesson: always do your hair before paying someone to take photos of you, and perhaps at least consider some kind of make-up application, d’oh. However, her expertise and talent managed to make even my dark-rooted, sweaty and dishevelled yoga barnet look half-decent, and photoshop was a godsend for my complexion. I’ve picked a few of my favourite shots below:
Tee hee – classic catalogue middle-distance gaze…