Well, folks, I'm currently flying above Arizona and, as you can see, I've ponied up the $12.95 for wifi so that you can receive this most scintillating update.
Everything has been copacetic so far: smooth cab ride to JFK, no insistence from Virgin that I check either bag, tearful goodbye with Jon, very slight ear-popping upon take off, no real turbulence, loads of free bottled water, decidedly uncrappy airplane snacks, clean airplane restroom, good wifi signal & a working power outlet for my machine. AND we're 20 minutes ahead of schedule.
Did I plan to memorize Standing Bow Pulling on this flight? I did. Did I take the dialogue out of my carry-on? Yes. Has it been sitting pretty in my mesh seat pocket while I marvel at Facebook chat 36,506 feet in the air? You betcha! I swear I'll have it down by Tuesday. Tuesday!
While I'd like to say that I'll blog 1-2 times/week at Training, we all know I can't commit to anything, so instead I'll just say that I plan to ride the wave. I have brought with me three beautiful notebooks I knew I'd use one day, for copious note-taking, as well as a camera for photographic evidence of my attendance & participation!
With just under 1 hour of flight to go, I want to express my immeasurable gratitude to everyone who has helped make this experience possible for me: all the teachers, past and present, at Bikram Yoga Manhattan -- thank you for such a solid foundation; the beyond-awesome community of yogis who practice at BYM -- thank you for your continual encouragement; my parents -- thank you for coming around to an alternative path; Lo -- thank you for your daily validation & unwavering friendship; and Jon -- thank you for every single MOMENT.
Love & light to all -- stay tuned for what will prove to be an unforgettable 9 weeks.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Manic Monday
As Training looms near, I've been receiving requests (nay, demands!) from folks to remain in daily contact. DAILY contact!
OK, people, I will do my best, but first allow myself to introduce myself's schedule for the ensuing 9 weeks (in PST):
8:30 a.m. - 10 a.m. Monday - Friday..........Bikram's Basic Yoga Class
10 a.m. - 12:15 p.m. Monday - Friday..........Lunch Break
12:15 p.m. - 4 p.m. Monday - Friday..........Posture Clinic/Lectures
5 p.m. - 6:30 p.m. Monday - Friday..........Bikram's Basic Yoga Class
6:30 p.m. - 9 p.m. Monday - Friday..........Dinner Break
9 p.m. - ??? Monday - Friday..........Posture Clinic/Lecture (yep, "???" is official!)
8 a.m. - 9:30 a.m. Saturday..........Bikram's Basic Yoga Class
Sunday..........Day of Rest
This rubric does NOT include dialogue study time -OR- kombucha retrieval time!
How do you like THEM apples?
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Say That You Love Me
Long time no post? Yes indeed, blog, but we're like old friends that can pick right back up from July, no?
Time has continued marching on at a brisker-than-usual pace, and before I know it summer has come and gone. Training lurks just one week around the corner, but the enormity of it still hasn't hit me yet.
Intellectually, I know that I'm about to be away from home for a significant period of time for the first time ever; I'm about to fly alone for the first time ever; I'm about to go to LA for the first time ever; and, most importantly, I'm about to take 99 Bikram classes in 63 days for the first time ever!
As I type these words, though, it's as if I'm narrating someone else's life. One week from today I'm going to be a trainee? No way! Two years ago, when I applied for, but didn't get, the scholarship for the Fall 2009 Training, the reality of going seemed so far out of sight and out of reach. The countdown to next Sunday was simply immeasurable! Even when I started this blog in January, Training was still very much a mirage. Now, it really is the Countdown to the Countdown. I may actually have to start packing!
Two-and-a-half weeks ago, I gave notice at work. I got myself good and wound up for the proceedings and was convinced it would not end well. Naturally I asked everybody and their mother for advice on how to handle the talk. I'd never left a job I liked before, and I so wanted to leave on good terms. I love this job; the company and the people are totally bitchin'. It was a thoroughly agreeable situation -- a difficult one to give up. Of course the whole scene went off without a hitch. I couldn't believe not only the complete lack of rage but the actual kindness and show of support. Have I become a cynical bastard? Perhaps! Tomorrow is my last day, and I'm grateful to be bowing out with a clear conscience.
After that I'll have a few days to learn some dialogue, practice the series, get my stuff together, and get the hell out of dodge. Every facet of this last minute preparation has me giddy: packing, printing my boarding pass, even the nauseous drive to the airport -- I can't wait!
See you kids in a week!
Time has continued marching on at a brisker-than-usual pace, and before I know it summer has come and gone. Training lurks just one week around the corner, but the enormity of it still hasn't hit me yet.
Intellectually, I know that I'm about to be away from home for a significant period of time for the first time ever; I'm about to fly alone for the first time ever; I'm about to go to LA for the first time ever; and, most importantly, I'm about to take 99 Bikram classes in 63 days for the first time ever!
As I type these words, though, it's as if I'm narrating someone else's life. One week from today I'm going to be a trainee? No way! Two years ago, when I applied for, but didn't get, the scholarship for the Fall 2009 Training, the reality of going seemed so far out of sight and out of reach. The countdown to next Sunday was simply immeasurable! Even when I started this blog in January, Training was still very much a mirage. Now, it really is the Countdown to the Countdown. I may actually have to start packing!
Two-and-a-half weeks ago, I gave notice at work. I got myself good and wound up for the proceedings and was convinced it would not end well. Naturally I asked everybody and their mother for advice on how to handle the talk. I'd never left a job I liked before, and I so wanted to leave on good terms. I love this job; the company and the people are totally bitchin'. It was a thoroughly agreeable situation -- a difficult one to give up. Of course the whole scene went off without a hitch. I couldn't believe not only the complete lack of rage but the actual kindness and show of support. Have I become a cynical bastard? Perhaps! Tomorrow is my last day, and I'm grateful to be bowing out with a clear conscience.
After that I'll have a few days to learn some dialogue, practice the series, get my stuff together, and get the hell out of dodge. Every facet of this last minute preparation has me giddy: packing, printing my boarding pass, even the nauseous drive to the airport -- I can't wait!
See you kids in a week!
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