I started practicing yoga long before I knew what yoga was or that I was doing it. My restless heart took me on travels and adventures all around the world, up mountains and down, down rivers and through canyons, cycling across states and countries. I’m an adrenaline junkie and have always said, “Don’t die wondering!”
I was having fun but also overcompensating for my overweight youth—trying to “prove” I was good enough—and had frequent small injuries as a result. A friend suggested I needed more “yin” in my life and took me to a yoga class. It was very mellow and not for me—my monkey mind was all over the place. A year later I tried power yoga. It kicked my butt, and I LOVED it! The physical practice of being in my breath opened me to the deeper qualities of yoga—the same way I felt on a bicycle in the morning mist with a full day ahead, or scrambling to a mountain peak. Spent, and yet full.
When I left my 22-year ski instructor career due to a knee injury, I started teaching fitness classes and power yoga. When I went to my first teacher training at Pittsburgh’s Amazing Yoga, I really thought I knew my stuff. But teaching teaches the teacher to keep learning! I continued on to Level I Baptiste training, and years later I continue to be taught and humbled by my students and the many ways in which yoga can lead us to our true selves. I am grateful for the yoga in my cycling, hiking, skiing, and mat practice.
It was so hard leaving my yoga community in SoCal in 2016 to come back to SLC, but ultimately I have found my community here. I am so happy and fortunate to be teaching yoga with so many amazing people!