In less than 24 hours I’ll be crossing a river (by train) and trekking through a (concrete) jungle in order to reach my destination and playground for the following three days:
The authority on all things yoga is taking over the New York Hilton with a three-day conference and I GET TO GO!
I’m excited, but also mildly concerned. To date, the most yoga I’ve done in one day is 90 minutes. I can expect no less than 6 hours of yoga per day this Fri-Sun. I will either be loosey-goosey/blissed out, or my body will be screaming “What have you done to me?!”
Either way, I’m in. It’s an adventure and an opportunity to really focus on my personal practice. And all of my classes sound so fun and amazing. They cover everything from inversions to backbends to self-myofascial release and asana detox. And my last class on Sunday is called “Bob Marley Flow,” which sounds like pretty much the perfect way to wrap up a weekend.