How I ended up at Tirisula

Years of my toxic nocturnal lifestyle have certainly taken a toll on my mental and physical well-being. I felt like a zombie going through the motions. I was tired, sluggish and have lost my zest for life. Anyone who has been through a similar situation will know that this is not a good place to be, at all. I often wondered if there was more to life than this overwhelming sense of negativity.
Tired of feeling this way, I decided to take charge of my life and figured exercise would be a good way to start. Yoga was an easy choice. I’ve never been a fan of cardio workouts and the whole mind, body and soul thing that yoga promises appeals to me.
Late last year, I signed up with Pure Yoga. The two classes I frequent the most are Hatha 1 and Yoga Therapy, the latter being my favourite. After a couple of months of attending classes at PY, I felt like I needed/wanted more. I wanted to know how and why I was doing a particular pose. Most of all, I wanted to be able to properly practice at my convenience instead of having to drag myself all the way to Orchard Road for a one hour class.
After hours of online research, Tirisula’s 50Hr Yoga Foundation course seemed like a good choice. My goal was to learn enough so that I could self-practice at home. At that point, I have never considered the teacher-training course; it seemed so out of reach for an ultra beginner like me.
The night before the class commenced, I was filled with fear and regret. It was going to be the longest two weeks of my life. True enough, it was painful. I don’t remember much of the first day except that by the end of the class, I was dizzy and terribly nauseous. I went straight home and slept for most of that day. Thereafter, I was singled out and spent the rest of that week doing intense boot-camp training with Hui Yan. She’s a real tough cookie! It wasn’t until I was marginally stronger that I was able to rejoin my class.
The second week was slightly more bearable. Having said that, it was equally painful. I am not going to lie, the thought of giving up before the two weeks was up had crossed my mind countless times.
As I am writing this, I am now into my fourth week of the 200Hr TTC. How I ended up here is still a mystery but I’m grateful that I did.
This has been the most challenging few weeks of my life but I’m glad I stuck around. I have made many new friends, all of whom have played a part to help me get where I am today. I will always treasure this experience and the new friendships that were forged.

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