I of course fell right in the middle, boring old "average" me. Didn't wear make-up or flashy jewelry, but I do love my Uggs and worship deodorant. My limited budget did have me balking at the high priced concession stands.
I missed my first class with Rodney Yee due to being very sick. I really thought I'd kicked this f-ing cold but I was sadly mistaken.
I dragged my ass out of the hotel bed for my class with Baron Baptiste, in hind site I should have stayed in bed. I knew I was in trouble when I started to sweat profusely before any asanas even began. I kept up, but at a terrible price to my body which is still recovering 2 days later.
My favorite teachers turned out to be Sean Corn and Sarah Powers. They are amazing women and very inspiring all around. For that alone I'm glad I went and struggled through feeling like crap to attend their classes.
All in all it was kind of a weird experience for me. I had been so looking forward to the "escape" and when I got to the hotel I had a huge meltdown with lots of crying. I'm still sorting it out, but I know it was from missing the boys, worrying about them and all we have been going through at home in terms of their development/language. All the fears of Logan possibly having Autism, them starting pre-school this week and some hard choices I need to make in the future. It all sort of came crashing down around me that first night. It was so bad I almost got and my car and drove home. I'm glad I stayed, I learned a lot about myself and about the way I internalize things. I have a lot to work on and this past weekend was just the platform I
needed to jump off of and back into my life.
The really good news is that I had 3 days where I got 8 hour blocks of sleep, un-interrupted I might add. The bad news, now I know what I've been missing out on the past couple of years!