The blessing of a photography course at the zoo was a welcomed start to the day. It wasn't what I was expecting, though I did learn some new lingo. The class ran late and I chose to arrive at the Sangha Yoga Studio during the class break. This is our first weekend intensive of the 200-hour yoga teacher training certification (YTT). Lightyears of information streaming into our tiny little human brains. What is the percent brain usage these days? Is it still 10%? It is likely that yogis use more. I bet I could locate some research on the matter, but who'd click the links, anyway? Is anyone reading?
I was going to be late, so I may as well show up with food, right? I felt my intuition repeatedly hint towards The Veg Head.
Listening with a little resistance, I pulled into the parking space, grabbed my wallet, and went inside. The polite blonde behind the counter greeted me warmly and offered the perfect suggestion for what I needed: something to contribute to a small group "pot luck". The curry chicken 'za (pizza, of course). They cut it into small squares and Alyssa, the cashier, and I had a great conversation about yoga. I gave her a free pass to Sangha. I keep them handy next to my own business cards.
The rest of the afternoon I communed with the yoginis of the YTT. The pizza was a big hit!
We used all manner of props to modify the poses and enhance the comfort of yoga. Tomorrow, we'll talk pulmonary anatomy and embodying breath work (pranayama).
The day was so full, I'm actually tired before 10pm. Granted, I've only had 5 hours of sleep last night and I have done more activity than my usual day. I'm sore and tired and plain boring... bed time in the single digit hours of Saturday night.
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