urban-esque yogini...

photos! in only the coolest space ever! it's the site of the soon-to-be "the front" climbing gym in downtown ogden...uber funky old building...three sides glass, huge sliding doors to the outside, lots of raw concrete and old brick. char-ac-ter!

photo: brad carroll


    photo: brad carroll

    photo: brad carroll

breaking the rules...

today i'm having a party. right now. all by my lonesome on sunday morning. my party consists of eating red licorice while my steel cut oats simmer. that's right...candy before breakfast...uh-huh...
charlie's still at ouray until tomorrow night, so i took the occasion of my zone diet boyfriend being out of town to go down the forbidden aisles of the grocery store. since thursday morning, i've been consuming a steady diet of "non-zone" red licorice, coconut macaroons, chocolate, nacho chips with cheese dip, and pasta. all the stuff i gaze longingly at as we pass by with our cart filled with egg substitute, reduced fat cheese, whey protein and zone bars. don't get me wrong...the zone definitely works...but every once in a while i get these amazing cravings and a slice of wheat toast with yogurt on it just doesn't cut it...

the other thing i've been thinking about enough these past few days to finally act upon is getting some workshops going at the studio. i love workshops because they tend to light the fire of possiblity...there's so much more time to spend on the progression of a posture that students begin to see the synthesis and understand that with practice they might be able to get there. the class is filled with those moments of realization where you can literally see the dots connecting. usually it's in direct conjunction with overcoming fear...empowering, that! inversions, vinyasa transitions, arm balances...the stuff i'm addicted to. addiction...attachment...i know...i guess i'll just have to do more yoga to learn to let go.

ouray's stealing my lover

i'm hearing some bizarre rumors (i know...pure speech...but...) about rivalries between the yoga folk here...who would have thought yogis can't get along? it's a foreign concept to me...

the way i see it, there's a studio for everyone, and the more studios in an area the better. "if you build it, they will come", no? so i'm going to a class in salt lake city on january 8th. i know it sounds lame to plan to attend an ashtanga class so far ahead of time, but it's a friday night during the ouray ice festival, which charlie (the love of my life) has to work. which means we'll be apart for four days and i'll have absolutely nothing to do for the weekend. it's my girl (one girl) night out on the town. big plans!

i think we're ready...

i do. i think northern utah is ready for yoga...really hard yoga.
i just moved here in october...for love...and my yoga came with me. i worked at one of the largest yoga studios in the midwest, immersed in an incredibly strong yoga community, learning from some of the most dynamic teachers in the country. i got my teaching certification from jonny kest in spring 2008...pattabhi jois, david williams, jonny kest...then me and about a zillion other yoga teachers who've been through jonny's teacher training program. i really need to thank jonny for believing in me and my practice.
and matthew sanford even more, for the feat of turning me inside out and plopping me down in front of a mirror to see it. but that's a post for another day...
six weeks into my life here, i'm ready to spring into action. a little studio in north ogden has opened their hearts and yoga room to ashtanga, one of my three true loves (the other two are charlie and rock climbing). charlie takes top ranking, as i love him more than i've ever loved anyone or anything before, but ashtanga and climbing are both close behind. i'll be teaching two classes a week plus a random vinyasa class here and there.
i promise it'll be fun.