Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.
- S. Clemens
I travel for work. A lot.
I don't mind the travel. It takes me away from home and family, which sucks, but the work feels meaningful and I am privileged to work with some amazing professionals (usually). So, I really don't mind the travel (usually).
There was a time when the work-related sojourns were an excuse to skip a workout. There was a time when airport food "didn't count." There was a time when I was way the fuck out of shape, because of the travel. (Not really, but that's where I placed the blame.)
For the past several months, I've made it a personal goal to find a yoga studio in which to get a daily practice when I'm on the road.
I visited this amazing studio, Kodawari Studio, in Tampa several months back. The people there were kind and welcoming. They actually called a few days later just to "check in" and see how I liked the practice. I loved it, by the way.
When I was in Spokane a few weeks ago, I bought a two-week special at Spokane Yoga Shala for a mere $20. The one-time drop-in fee was $16. I enjoyed a Beginner's Yoga class, several simple Flow classes and one amazing Kundalini Flow. The studio was site-built as a yoga studio. If you find yourself in Spokane for any reason, you should drop in.
In DC, back in the spring, I was taking meetings with the founder of a tech startup, and I grabbed a couple of early morning practices at Georgetown Yoga. The bare brick walls in this second-floor circa 1800s storefront settled me right down with a sense of history. The teachers were all thoughtful and open and simply lovely human beings.
I've adopted a new approach to the whole yoga/travel thing. I love trying new studios. Of course, there are times when you just can't find a place or the work keeps you in the grind past all scheduled classes.
This is where hotel yoga and a personal practice come in. This evening I settled into an AirBnB in a small Texas town. I have a couple of days of meetings, and I got into town kind of late. I rolled out my trusty mat and, for the next two nights, moved myself through a series of poses in the peace of my own space.
We just sent you an email. Please click the link in the email to confirm your subscription!
OKSubscriptions powered by Strikingly