I am getting my ass kicked right now and I’d just like to share the horrors of it. I woke up sick in Hawaii on Saturday after such a rockin yet exhausting week of yoga teacher training. Then the ocean kicked my ass that afternoon, I mean scarily bad, and I was all scratched and shaken from rolling around in the surf in the rocks. Sunday I arrive in Oakland feeling sicker. On the shuttle from Oakland Airport to the Colliseum Bart Station I notice there’s a lot of traffic. Hm, I wonder what’s going on. Then I notice that an event just ended and the Bart Station was FLOODED with people. It was pretty fun trying to maneuver around the Bart Station, buy a ticket and wait for a train, with my huge luggage. I ran offer a ghetto queen’s toe and she gave me a good dirty look and smack of the lips. HA. Monday sicker and a cold sore to help me feel even better. Tuesday sicker. Wednesday I’m dying. Thursday I’m still dying of sever sickness and another patch of cold sore is starting and it hurts. I am so sick, tired, congested, and achy I can barely stay awake let alone try to practice yoga. Sigh.
Ok, thanks for letting me whine. I am really here to share my experiences from Baptiste Power Yoga Teacher Training Bootcamp. I can’t share everything, but here are some tidbits.
My first thoughts were, “Here we go, I guess they don’t call it bootcamp for nothing.” They really weren’t messing around! Many of us arrived a day early and spent the day bonding, chatting about yoga, life, we were a bunch of excited campers. Once it started I would say we were all adjusting to what we were participating in, some of us arguing, either out loud or in our heads, somewhat uncomfortable, tired from traveling, wondering what the hell we signed up for. I was pretty accepting of the situation, at least tried to be, and it was funny how some people really couldn’t handle the lack of control they had over their situations. They signed up and paid for it didn’t they? It was truly like going to camp when I was a kid: 16 people to 2 bathrooms, weird little bugs, geckos, rats, goats, cats, dogs, these tree frogs were crazy loud all night long. There really weren’t many walls there, lots of open screened in areas.
I truly hit the roommate jackpot, but honestly every single person there was so beautiful inside and out. Immediately our conversation was just great, natural, inspiring, easy. The food was amazing and I was a little piggy the first few days! Mostly vegan diet, tofu and tempeh at every meal, fruit & yogurt bar for breakfast, salad bar for lunch and dinner. It was funny how desert became so important to us after a few days of deprivation. The ocean was amazing to swim in, I felt like I could tread water forever (at least the first day, before I got mangled). The beach and pool were clothing optional…as you can imagine lots of tan assed men wandering around letting in all hang out. My favorite quote regarding it was from Katie, “I don’t even want to see Brad Pitt’s ass hole.”
