The instructors continue to pour in to the training. It is great to hear their stories and receive their input. Sometimes there are five sitting in on one dialogue clinic. I feel quite spoilt when they file into the room. They are giving their time voluntarily.
Some of them also lecture. On Thursday Jon Burras lectured for almost four hours on the subjects of fascia and emotional anatomy. Never seen a lecture with so many props. He must have got through half a roll of Saran Wrap!
Talking of anatomy, I got 92 and passed! Dr. Trapani has now left town. I miss him. And Cathy.
Here’s an updated list of the instructors (in order of appearance) who have led us through the 65 yoga classes:
Michael H. 1
Mike F. 1
This is kinda funny. Our December 2006 Habershon of the Month has won a month’s supply of pies.
What kind of pies? How many is a month’s supply?
The Comments section is open for any smart-ass comments y’all may have.
Winning meaty month proved a big sur-pies
A Mitcham man says he will not be eating all the pies despite winning a month’s supply of the popular snack.
Nick Habershon, 27, of Ashbourne Road, won the “spot-the-pie” competition in The Times after finding a hidden image of a pie in the paper.
“I’d never won anything before so I was just really surprised,” he said. “I don’t normally enter competitions but I noticed there were tickets for the Rugby World Cup final up for grabs, as well as this pie competition, so I entered both.”
To ensure he will not turn into a porker, Nick has promised to share his winnings with workmates. And he might not have won a trip to the big match but still reckons his prize is a slice of heaven.
“It would have been nice to go to Paris but I can’t complain. I just wonder if I can get through the whole lot of pies. Maybe I could pack in one a day.”
However, he could end up eating pie of the humble variety if he serves up his prize as a romantic meal.
“My girlfriend can’t stand them! I’m sure she’ll enjoy a meal of pies as a one off but if it’s every day for the rest of the month it might not go down so well,” he said.
By Ben Thompson
With Bikram out of town, the last two weeks have been mostly posture (dialogue) clinics. We finished Full Locust on Friday night. Until Friday I was doing well with the dialogue, but in the middle of Locust I froze up halfway. I couldn’t remember the next line. And instead of trying to come up with the next line I stood there looking at the sliding glass doors and wondering if I could bolt for them and run before the instructors captured me and hauled me back. It was weird. Let’s hope that I return to my senses in Week Seven.
The yoga room remains sweltering. The two classes per day are still scary for me. It is so difficult sometimes not to come out of a pose and sit down and rest and try to catch my breath. Sometimes my heart must be thumping at at least 200 beats per minute. I should really take in a watch and count the beats. Some classes go well, however, and I feel myself going further and further into poses. They have started singling students out (in posture and yoga classes). On Thursday a number of us were hauled up to the front and told to practice in front of the podium while Craig was teaching. We weren’t told why, but I suspect that my postures aren’t up to snuff. Two of the others threw up. EUCHH! Then on Friday about 20 students were put into a remedial dialogue group and had to deliver their dialogue to a number of the staff while being threatened that if they didn’t produce, they wouldn’t graduate. I heard there were a lot of tears — one foreign student crying that she’d sold her house and store to take this training.
It’s all kind of brutal. You get into a comfort zone and then they pull the rug out from under you.
Week 5 is over. Four to go.
Perhaps I’ll write more tomorrow (Sunday).
From last week’s Telegraph:
Joan, widow of Richard, died peacefully on October 1st 2007. Much loved mother of Suzanna and Dinah. Service at Hereford Crematorium on Monday, October 8th at 12 noon. Family flowers. All inquiries to Peter Evans Funeral Director, Brookfield, Groesffordd, Brecon LD3 7SW. Tel. 01874 665608.
Our condolences to Suzanna and Dinah and all the grandchildren.
As David points out, Joan died exactly 20 years to the day after our mother.
Posture Clinic is held whenever there isn’t a lecture. It’s really Dialogue Clinic, but they call it Posture Clinic. If you look at this picture you’ll get an idea of the process. In the second week we were split alphabetically into twelve groups. There is then a rotation schedule, and each day we go to one of six different rooms on the second floor. So there are about 45 of us squeezed into one room at a time.
One by one, we get up and deliver the dialogue to three demonstrators. When we have delivered it, the instructor(s) give us pointers on how to improve and write copious notes on our page in their white books. We then become a demonstrator for the next three deliveries. In this picture the instructors were Julia and Heather. There are 26 postures in all, plus two breathing exercises. It’s a lot of stuff to learn — imagine talking constantly for 90 minutes. That’s how much we have to memorize! I’m only glad that Mike and Joani emphasized how important it was to start learning before we arrived here. I’m ahead of the curve (have memorized through Half Tortoise) in this part of the training. We are up to Triangle so far, and now that Anatomy’s over, the number of Posture Clinics will surely intensify.
We get out of Posture Clinics at 11:30 p.m. I catch up with sleep on Sundays.
A note on the Posture Clinic rooms. Notice how the windows are wide open? You’d think that the bugs and moths would fly in? None whatsoever!
So . . . there goes Week 4. It was better than Week 3. Week 3 was better than Week 2. Week 1 was a nightmare.
Dr. Trapani and Cathy took us through the digestive, respiratory, endocrine, urinary and nervous systems in Week 4. The test will be tomorrow afternoon. I’m going to miss those two. They were very entertaining.
With Bikram and Rajashree out of town, Week 4 produced a variety of instructors: Lee, Karen, Dave, Lynne (2), Jay, Craig (2), Brent, Val, and Jenna. All have their different styles — right now I’m partial to the ones who only take 90 minutes. We have now done 43 yoga classes. My body is very tired and I have no hamstrings. Pranayama breathing and utkatasana are killing my arms. One woman passed out in the Wednesday evening class. She was taken to hospital, given IV fluids, and was back in class the next day. I’m making it through the classes . . . just. I have not taken a knee since Week 1 and have never left the room. It’s an effort to keep going but I feel my mind getting stronger as it blocks the urge to sit down or miss the occasional camel or triangle.
This is a tired and disjointed post, but I need to write at least once a week so shall leave it as is.
I got 48 out of 50 on the first Anatomy test.
After my delivery of the standing bow dialogue the teacher said I was going to make an excellent teacher.
Gotta keep going . . .
One of our teachers in Week 3 had an interesting story. Charlie Hubbard was a NYC firefighter for 20-odd years. He retired on September 10th, 2001. On September 11th he left New York to go and live in Hawaii. The flight was grounded in Dayton, Ohio. When he realized what had happened he rented a car and drove back to New York and went back to work. He spent the next three months at Ground Zero and attending funerals. He then retired again and left for Hawaii.
A couple of years later he took up Bikram Yoga and attended the Teacher Training in Los Angeles. The nine weeks helped him to bury his anger and forgive. He now owns a studio in Northampton, Massachusetts.
Quite a guy.
When I first looked at the nine-week curriculum I wondered how they could possibly find enough people to teach the physical yoga classes — eleven per week for nine weeks, plus the dreaded makeup classes. Now I know. There is a constant stream of Bikram instructors flowing in and out of Hawaii to help with the training. To the best of my knowledge they are not paid for this. They do whatever they are asked to do, but apparently it is an honour to be asked to teach a class. I’ve been keeping track of the instructors and so far we’ve had the following:
Bikram’s classes are by far the hardest for me because they last so long.