
Last week, I decided to do another Spartan Race. My training hasn’t quite kicked into high gear yet. It seems that my training obstacles are those of everyday life (work, family, illness). For now, I cruise along in low gear and look for motivation anywhere that I can find it. Today, it was this tire on the football field. I couldn’t even budge it a teeny-tiny bit. But I tried a few times.



I took great pride as I left the yoga studio after teaching on Sunday. I’d subbed quite a few classes over the holiday break but this class was my own. It was an opportunity which I knew was rare. I reflected back to the time and effort to which I invested in developing what I deemed to be a creative yet thoughtful yoga sequence, including a theme pertinent to the peak pose(s), and accompanying music playlist. I was proud of what I had created. In my mind, I showed up to teach with my best and, although it didn’t go perfectly, it seemed that my students were receptive and gracious at the end of class.