On A Personal Note....

I just need to give a big old thank you to my yoga girls. If you (reader, friend, fellow blogger, stranger. :) ) have read anything I have written before this, you would know that, yes, in fact, I do, do and teach yoga. Much to the utter annoyance of some of my friends (you know who YOU are) I talk about it. I have to, it's what I do.
So anyway, I and my very bendy friend Kirsten took turns last spring cranking out the music and teaching how we like to teach in my yoga room formally known as the "living room." My family really had no use for a living room. It's just to many friggin' rooms to live in. So we hard wooded it, threw down some mats, hooked up the IPod and started practicing. We like the music loud and the tricks a plenty. We are not getting any younger. To combat that we like to stand on our hands, bend into two and one up ten year olds with our yoga moves. It's sad, but true. Of course, you know, we're all about the non violence (except that pesky cat that used to get in Kirsten's garden) and about not competing with one another (wink wink Kirsten) and all the other yamas and so forth. Seriously, I dig it. It's all good. But to me, some sweat, my feet touching my head and loud music is where my spiritual growth comes from. I own it. Juno that.
Off track again, so anyway, in the beginning of the summer I was in a class at another studio (one that tends to bore me) and I practiced next to someone I didn't know. At the end of class she turned to me and said, "Do you teach?" I said, "Yes, but only advanced classes and only with music, so not at any studios around here." She said, "Do you want a job?" Hmmm... Interesting thought. After hundreds upon hundreds of hours training, flying not only all over the country but sometimes outside of it. Going back and forth to NYC month after month to practice with teachers up there, to earn some money for my work? Well, maybe.... Marc would be so proud. My backer. My audience. My cheering section. Okay, why not? (Well, besides the fact it annoys Lisa if I am not at her beck and call) besides that. I think it will be fun. And I love Allison, she's awesome. She renovated this killer studio that is spinning, yoga and pilates. She is a an awesome teacher, one might say, the ying to my yang in the teaching department. I go to her classes to learn alignment she comes to mine to learn how to come from headstand into side crow.
Off point again, I'm rambling. This is the thing, her studio is not as close to where all my girls live as other studios. It's a little bit of a drive. Today, for my first class after the first week of school, you all (but Kirsten, little, sick, kids, I get it) came out. Not only did you show up, but you rocked it. I couldn't have been more proud than if I gave birth to you myself. Christina, seriously, Cirque de Soleil has nothing on you. Lisa, your king pigeon brings tears to my eyes. Sue, you totally can do it and damn't if I'll make sure of it. Kathy, you don't give yourself nearly enough credit, you are front row all the way. And Beth (who I'm quite sure doesn't read), but you're a superstar. So thank you, my wonderful friends. I appreciate it more than you know. So much in fact that next week when your banging out six minutes of push ups, I might let Axl sing something different. Maybe. We'll see, Love you.