In our new Realtalk Fitness series, we're sharing the realities of being a fitness instructor today. We know it takes a lot of effort to create a lasting career with a steady following, and we want to shed light on what it’s really like.
Yoga has been my dear, dear friend for more than 40 years. I knew I was a teacher in hiding. I practiced yoga while pursuing other endeavors in my life — traveling the world, giving care to elderly parents, loving two husbands, and, most importantly, being a devoted mom and stepmom to five kids. I always knew that, when I got a little space and time, I would sign up for yoga teacher training. When anyone inquired about my plans “post children,” I confidently responded, “I will be a yoga teacher.”
I was a natural, right? I knew the poses, some chants, and a little Sanskrit. I’d read the books and gone to the festivals. I’d practiced with hundreds of yoga teachers, from strict Ashtanga to gentle restorative. I’d sorted through the mystical and scientific to find a good balance for me. I was just waiting for my time.
This past September, I enrolled in an 18-week teacher training program... And unceremoniously dropped out five weeks later. Yoga teacher training is life-changing. Here’s what I learned in five short weeks: