Crossing the Line

110 classes in 106 days.

Class with Sheri = bliss. Just like last week with her, I had another awesome day in the hot room. Sometimes I like to go into details about postures, how the class went, etc. But sometimes it's just irrelevant. All that matters to me is how I feel during class and afterwards. Floating, flying, utterly unconcerned with anything else in my life. Those are the best classes, never mind how the postures looked that day.

Somewhere along the way since I started practicing, I crossed the line from working out my body to...something better, something higher. It's a fun place to me. Don't worry, I loooove to go into details about postures and improving my form and depth. But it's just the means to an end.

Greg