The first time I walked up the stairs to 1113 East Carson St., I was with my mom. It was for Kristi's 8:15 a.m. beginners class on a Saturday in July of 2005. We were both brand new to yoga. I remember doing tree pose that morning. I remember being amazed that Kristi's fingertips easily touched the floor in uttanasana (standing forward fold), and I stared at the pretty ceiling during savasana.
More than anything, my mom and I still remember how amazing we felt after class. It was strange how good my body felt afterwards. We wanted to feel like that again
so we went back.
After taking classes for a while, I noticed something else strange
I was nicer after class. I was more patient than I had been beforehand, more understanding, and more aware. It feels good to do yoga. The postures, the breathing, the meditation. When I feel good, it's easier to be the person I want to be.
Twelve years later, my mom and I are still hooked on how we feel after practicing yoga. It might be five minutes of focusing on my breath or a 2-hour workshop, and still, I am consistently nicer after. I can't imagine what my life would be like without yoga.