So surfing has been relegated during the 200 hrs Yoga Teacher Training Course here at Los Clavos Surf Camp, Nicaragua…there just aren’t enough hours in the day to teach the 200 hr Yoga Teacher Training Course, single handed, and get an all-important Primary Series in also. Yoga wins hands down every time.
But today, on a well-deserved day off, I was surfing in the white wash of Nahualapa Bay by 6.30am. Admittedly, I am still well and truly on the front line. The back line is simply distant entertainment for whenever I need to take a break from the foam. But that is cool…do your practice, all is coming. I managed an hour and a half, after which I returned back to the camp as the waves were too small to take. I’d had enough. I took some breakfast and realised that I was ‘bloody knackered.’ I tell you, it isn’t easy sometimes out here in Nicaragua.
I like to conserve as much of my energy as I can for yoga. It’s my job, my chosen profession. But I am determined to surf while I am here in Nicaragua…I work on a surf camp after all. Later in the day, I was scheduled to teach a one hour yoga class at midday, a style of my choosing. My usual approach is to poke the exhausted surfers from their hammocks and cajole them into a Vinyasa Flow. My aim is to have all guests at the daily yoga session and love it as much as I do. It will surely energise them for the afternoon session, be that horse riding, wake boarding or surf. Today, however, the surf session certainly had an impact on me. For the first time, I understood that they too were ‘bloody knackered.’
And so, out came the tennis balls. My collection of balls that are having the greatest success in cajoling the surfers to do yoga. ‘We are gonna release the shoulders, wait until you experience the increase in mobility at the all-important shoulder joint, you will surf so well tomorrow.’ And out of their hammocks, they crawled. Grabbing mats and balls, they made their way to the yoga space. We released, we restored, we got ready for more surf.