LUE
September 13, 2011 By
Jelly passed this Summer. Very sad.
We have a new dog, named LUE.
He is a British Lab.
Paul Balser’s (Brother) First Triathlon!
August 15, 2011 By
Good thing he’s in proximity to that ambulance!
Ben’s first road bike! Ian on a single-speed? Not fair!
Sister’s Wedding in Montana
May 21, 2011 By
Bison-Buddy
May 21, 2011 By
I ran into this guy in Yellowstone — hanging outside the car to say, “Hi”. My family was not sure he liked me, but the fact that I survived suggests otherwise!
Think he was looking for a kiss in the last picture.
Wife — Amy
January 30, 2011 By
I love her Pony:
Amy is the reason I started my own business. Her support and wisdom is amazing!
NYC
January 30, 2011 By
View from my Dad’s apartment:
We both love boats! Owen is stuck to the window 24/7 when we visit.
Weekend with Becky Thomas
December 23, 2010 By
I was contacted a few months ago by a Physical Therapist in Pewaukee, WI — Becky Thomas — looking to get Fit-Certified. She told me a story about Jeff Litmann, the well-known and admired owner of Attitude Sorts, who was killed by a motorist while cycling. Becky’s plan was to establish her services at his store, and to maintain the exceptional service, friendship, and fun inherent to Jeff’s personality and business.
I recommended a few schools, but cost and time were paramount.
So I offered a weekend of “basic” fit-training to get her started. Never offered this type of help before, but it seemed appropriate. I explained that I am NOT affiliated with any school, and that a certification from the Bicycle Fit Guru would have more value wiping down a bike then validating her skills. Nonetheless, if she was interested, it would be entirely complimentary. She could stay with me and my family, and would be fitting the majority of both days.
She said, “Great”.
I got busy arranging the (complimentary) appointments and compiling every bit of bicycling biomechanics, kinematics, physics, etc., into a file that was entirely overwhelming, but saturated with my obsessive-compuslive nature. My wife was curious about all the excitement, and asked what I was doing. So I told her the plan, grinning from ear-to-ear, looking and feeling very dumb as the words came out of my mouth. I realized in that moment the importance of mastering time-travel. Most guys know the rule: NO plans without a discussion. But I have no rewind. Lucky for me, my wife is very accepting. Two foot-massages and a back-rub later, all was good. We prepared for Becky’s arrival.
It was not until after she left Wisconsin that I checked her Facebook page. There she was, in a bee-costume, for halloween. I closed the computer. Better not to know, I thought.
Becky walked in to our home at 8:45, friday night, and it was like we had known her forever. What a sweetie. She and my wife, Amy, were friends right-away, and there were treats for our boy, Owen, dog and cat. How could she know that Owen’s favorite food is cheese?
And then to work.
We talked until after midnight, about fitting, PT, body-work and family.
Early up in the morning, and then to the studio. I had a diverse range of clients on the books — the 1st-time bike fit, a person with strong body-awareness, someone in need of PT and gradual adjustments, a triathlete, road cyclist, and mountain biker. The only real issue was when I broke an ez-out off in a pair of Zipp Vuka Aero bars. I encourage you to google the price on that item, but only if seated, in a private, safe location. Problem was resolved later — thanks for understanding, Joshua.
Becky performed very well and asked great questions. Her last client felt that the bike, shoes, saddle were 100% better than before the session. And she provided that outcome without any assistance.
Highlights of the weekend:
Becky working on my wife’s neck.
Great Pizza Saturday night.
Watching her work with client #2, who was unaccustomed to being worked-on by a female-PT, comfortable in her body and with her hands.
Becky sharing pictures of my wife and family with my students, after Yoga.
Meeting “Dewy” Dickey, and watching him fit Maureen, Sunday night.
*A quick note about Dewey. Yes, he has made some bad choices as a professional cyclist. The person I met on Sunday is thoughtful, right-sized, good with people, and well on his way to being a great bike-fitter. I doubt he would have the same quality of character any other way.
Becky left Sunday afternoon, whirling from the overload of information and “to-do’s”. We agreed to do the same arrangement before year’s end, and that it would be smart to get certified by an accredited school. For now, it’s practice, practice, practice. We discuss bike fitting at least once daily, via email, and it looks like she will be a tremendous asset to the industry, community, and Jeff’s shop.
Peace.
Chris
A Few Words from Becky:
I have been competing in Triathlons for the past 5 years and have been a Physical Therapist for the past 10 years. For my 30th birthday (4 years ago) my husband surprised me with a new triathlon bike for my birthday. He wasn’t sure what size bike to get, so he guessed and then said don’t worry the guy at who owns the shop will fit you to the bike. I had never heard of this before. I thought you just stood over the bike and if your bottom cleared the bar you were all set. Little did I know……3 hours later I came out of that shop feeling like I would rock the world on my bike (ok, well maybe my next race would at least be done a little faster.) 2 years ago I met a girl Emily, who had a friend who was a physical therapist who had also gone to learn how to bike fit. Hmmmm, I thought, that would be really cool to be a PT who could do bike fits. But at the time, I knew since my husband was in school full time and money was tight, it was not a good time to start a new venture. Then, about 3 months ago I went to a sports medicine course and one of the hour long breakout sessions was about bike fitting. There was a gal that taught it who had been to a bike fit course in Seattle who gave us a very brief inservice on bike fitting. I of course was hooked and as soon as I got home started researching the course.
Jeff Littman, 56, one of the most amazing, sweetest people I have ever met. I met him about 2 years ago at another local bike shop. He was very knowledgeable about bikes, but one of the most encouraging people I have ever met as well. I would stroll in at 5am to take his computrainer class that I drove 35 min to get to and barely had my eyes open by the time I got there. He of course would already have all of our bikes set up and have a little encouraging note on each of our bikes. We called them “Jeffinisms.” They usually made us laugh even though they were so cheesy!! Before every race Jeff would send a text of encouragement and after every race no matter how “A” or “C” race it was would send a postcard in the mail (who does that anymore?) The local bike shop in our town of Pewaukee WI was having some difficulties and had to close. But…..Jeff and Kelly his wife purchased the shop as part of a partnership with another wonderful man Dave Haase who owned Attitude Sports. Jeff was living out his dream. Every morning if you were down by the lakefront in Pewaukee you would see Jeff putting all the “granny” bikes out front, he would be in his army shorts and always had a fun hat he would wear (I call them conductor hats). If I had to describe Jeff in one word it would be “caretaker.” No matter who you were or how much money you had to spend Jeff would take care of you. He would always have a pair of wheels waiting for me to put on my bike before every race.
Then the unimaginable happened…..
It was a Friday morning, my mom called me on her way to work to see if I was ok….she said she had just passed an accident that involved 2 cyclists and flight for life was there. I immediately started calling my teammates to see if they had heard anything. About 1 hour later the call came….it was Jeff. We were updated about every few hours as to his condition which was critical. That night was the open house for his bike shop, many of us went to pray together for him and his family. Then tuesday came, they took Jeff off Life support and 3 of his vital organs went to save other’s lives. It was a very sad day in our community that day. His funeral was on saturday and it just still hadn’t sunk in yet. How could this be real. Who would be there in the shop to greet everyone with such a warm smile? Who would be there to make the bike shop…..well, the bike shop? I still think I am going to walk in the shop and see him there.
It was the next weekend and I had to teach spin class at a local gym. After the class a friend of mine, Nikki, who is also a PT, looked up at me and said…..maybe you are the one. “The one for what I asked”, the one who can help the shop. It was funny because I had just thought of that the night before. “I have wanted to learn how to become a fitter for awhile, ” I thought. So next was the task of finding the right school to go to. In searching around on the internet I ran across a product: RETUL. They had a list of people who carried their product and so I randomly scrolled through the list and picked Bicyclefitguru. That sounded like a neat name. He emailed me back right away and had lots of insight into schools and what I would need to get started. We emailed back and forth until finally he said, you know what…..how about you just come here for the weekend and you can stay with my family and I will teach you all that I can in a weekend and at least get you started at no charge. I of course was shocked that someone would do that. Chris sent me links of things to read before I went there so I at least had an idea of what he was talking about. The biggest challenge for me is not the anatomy of the body of course, it’s the anatomy of the bike. Seat post angle, top tube, bottom bracket….it was all Greek to me.
I loaded up my car and drove 5 hours to Minneapolis listening to “Purpose Driven Life” the whole way there on my ipod. When I got there I was met by Chris and his beautiful wife Amy and their little guy Owen (who I was glad was only 7, I didn’t actually know how old he was and only assumed he was young when I picked out the pillow pet, cheese curds and rubber band ball for him…..It would have been totally funny if he would have been 17). We stayed up and right away talked bike fitting. The next morning I got to go for a nice walk with Chris and Amy around the lake by their house (actually it was more like speed walking) . Then we went to the shop and were there until 9:30 that night fitting people! Chris scheduled I think it was 5 fits for that day. I got to see how to fit a tri bike, a couple of road bikes and even a mountain bike (that was the most foreign to me!) We didn’t get to finish the tri fit though because of the problem with the screws being rusted to the bike, but I did get to see the guy with the tri bike on the fit bike and watch his numbers go up on the spin scan with a few adjustments. I also learned how to make custom foot beds and actually got to make a pr. for a girl the next day. My brain was pretty much fried when we got back to their house and we pretty much had an apple all day to eat…..so Amy left the number for this amazing Gluten Free Pizza place which was absolutely perfect!!! I think it was the best pizza I have ever had! And of course over pizza talked more bike fitting stuff!!! I also introduced Chris to Trigger Point Therapy Products (for those of you who don’t know what that is it is basically modern day torture for your muscles, it is like giving yourself a deep tissue massage…OUCH!)
The next day was a fun treat! After we went for a walk again, I got to go with Chris to the yoga class that he teaches and I got to meet 4 fun ladies in the class, one of them being the gal that I fit later that afternoon. So, after yoga and some coffee, we went back to the bike shop and I performed my first full fit complete with new shoes, cleats, pedals, custom foot beds, recommendations for new bars, and some body work. It is amazing that 3 hours can fly by so fast! When I left Chris graciously put together a bag of goodies for me to get started when I got back home. A stem sizer, level, tools, ……all sorts of stuff!
During the 5 hour car ride I just let all that I learned sink in. I have done 2 fits so far and I think both have gone pretty well. I am still waiting to hear back from the first guy.
Chris and Amy were so wonderful to open their home to me and spend all that time teaching me the techniques of fitting. Chris has also been such a good mentor. Whenever I have questions he quickly emails me back some thoughts. I am so thankful to have met him and his family and hope to travel back soon, a couple bike fits more experienced.
Thank you, Thank you , Thank you!!!!!!!
Lyme Disease — Progressive Disintegration
December 23, 2010 By
I was born and raised in NYC.
In the early 90’s, my girlfriend and I moved to Branford, CT. I know, I know, Connecticut’s reputation for Lyme is legendary – actually named after the small town, Lyme, in the north-east part of the state. Well I loved biking, loved Connecticut, and checked thoroughly for ticks after each ride.
Sports were always easy. I was stronger, faster and angrier than my friends, which, when accompanied by extremely low self-esteem, made me fierce in competition. As an adult, I see clearly that the daily workout (beating), with my 6’5″ 260 lb, angry, angry-brother, played role in my athletic development.
And it was my brother, Paul, who first introduced me to Mountain Biking in 1983. He had returned from a summer-long tour of Europe (on bike) strong as hell and ready for off-road adventures with his (foolish) brother. We loaded his GTI with our now-vintage Specialized and Giant mountain bikes with sights on the South Mountain Reservation, in Millburn, NJ. He spanked me, over and over… and over and over. All day, on each climb, turn, descent. Broken and brused, I vowed that I would someday have my revenge.
So I started training with a vengeance, resentment and, possibly, a wee-amount of OCD.
My Giant led me to victory in my first beginner MTB race. Some upgrades, more training, and I managed a 2nd in Sport, and 3rd in Expert a few months later. I settled into the NORBA Pro-Eite category at the beginning of my 2nd season. I felt like the Bionic-Man! Even chanted the sound to myself when passing riders (ba-na-na-na-na-na-na). I never needed a day-off to recover, never bonked, and ran between 6-20 miles every morning – including race-day’s.
How could it be any other way?
I moved to Pittsburgh for Graduate School in 1995, and was fast there, too. I started a bike shop, assembled some riders, and worked as a messenger for fun and money.
A typical day:
120-160 miles running parcels between ordering/selling product and doing homework. Criterium or MTB races/rides after work and on weekends. Still, never tired, a bit hyper, and consistently strong on the bike.
Year #2 in Pittsburgh, my mother was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. I returned to CT to see her and race the World Cup @ Mt. Snow.
It was during my pre-race ride that I was bit by that fucking black-fly. My chest swelled, and there was the stupid “bulls-eye”. Thought it was an allergic reaction.
I was lapped at Mt. Snow race, and “DNF” from knee-pain. Back in Pittsburgh, I was unable to ride or run. Walking was tolerable, but only with ibuprophen. Hard to describe the pain – it was like all the tissue under my kneecaps was pureed, inflamed, clicking, and unable to hold my femur and tibia in harmony.
Back in PA I experienced difficulty walking, concentrating, waking-up in the AM, and feeling motivated to do anything.
Not once during my two-years without bike or run did I consider my reaction to the fly-bite.
Instead, I diagnosed myself “Clinically-Depressed”. No need for an outside consultation, I was miles-ahead of my fellow PhD candidates, certain that my studies in Psychiatric and Alcohol Epidemiology made the case.
Ignorant.
You see, my mom died around the same time as my knee-problem. It was the only reasonable explanation.
I started regular visits with a psychologist who agreed. She recommended that I see a “healer” for my knees, and that I start swimming. So I swam and saw the healer, who, after a few very-painful sessions, removed my knee pain (mostly).
It was back on the bike. No pain in the knees, but hurting everywhere else. And, of course, no power, no endurance, and very whiny about the whole thing. It was the end of the world, as far as I was concerned. Who am I, if not a tremendous athlete?
My friends pushed me to continue, assuring that I would be strong again. What I could not grasp is my lack of training effect and recovery – I was 28 years-old, and my life was over. Now, really depressed. Way-stinky compared to what I had formerly thought was depression. I remembered a conversation I overheard about suicide: “How do you know that it will be better on the other side?” Thanks, I thought.
So I decided to embrace drugs. Not a good idea. Ten-years recovery gone, and in fourteen-months, everything else along with it.
I moved to Minneapolis in the late 90’s, and started riding again. I must have really missed it, because I felt good. Sure, the excessive-dosing on ibuprophen and caffeine helped, but they were only a temporary crutch.
My first summer I decided to teach these flat-lander’s how to race. Figured Expert class was sufficient to ensure good placement, and headed out to Buck to make my mark. My energizer bunny died that day. Mid-to back of the pack finish! What the hell are these Norwegians on? Are they genetically superior? Couldn’t be me, right?
I am a stubborn-man (OCD?), so it took a few years for me to admit that there would be no second-coming.
In 2003 I started to have difficulty pedaling with my left leg. It was weak and my knee tracked horribly. I visited two of the best fitters in the world without improvement. My power was fading, back hurt 24/7, and my left hip, knee and foot were no longer following direction.
My riding came to a halt in 2007, after numerous self-prescribed-fit-modifications (including copious amounts of duct-tape applied to back, ribs, hips) failed to keep me from teetering off the right side of my bike.
My friends could not understand what the problem was. I looked good, and was still reasonably fast on a bike. What they did not know is how I felt inside, during and after riding, how many supplements and anti-inflammatory drugs I needed to keep going, that I slept 10-14hrs every night and was tired all the time.
Lyme Disease
December 23, 2010 By
This Blog entry is for people struggling with Lyme Disease.
These stories reflect my personal experience and opinions, and should not be used for global interpretation/diagnosis.
Diagnosis:
I was diagnosed with Lyme Disease in NYC, June 21st, 2009.
My father insisted that I see his PCP, after my seven-year attempt to find relief from persistent back pain/left-side weakness had me no better than the day I first decided to get help.
Day #3 I was at NYU Medical Center for comprehensive neurological testing, to isolate the location and nature of my problem. Needle EMG’s have a reputation for being painful, so I was relieved when the doctor told me that we would save that test for last. He then informed me that the test I was about to receive could be very painful… “but not for all people.” I prayed to be an outlier, but that was not the case. The needle went-in, he’d ask, “are you ready”, and shock me before I could mutter a word. He was clearly disturbed about hurting me, saying, “I am sorry… sorry… that hurts”, with a very, very Russian accent, after each sample. Autonomic testing was next. Nice until I passed out. He had me lie on a table for a few minutes – strapped tight – and then rotated the table to upright. Not long after, he announced that I was going to lose consciousness, and before I could say, “No”, I was out. Last was the Needle EMG, which was a cake-walk compared to the former shock-treatment. He was very interested in the muffled sound from my legs and arms, showing me how crisp he sounded in comparison. Wish I know what he was saying, but the accent was too strong. I was pretty sure he said something about “crisp” being “better.”
Reading the report on my way home, the words “multifocal motor distally-dymelinating polyneuropathy” and “polyradiculopathy (cervical/lumbosacral)” caught my attention. I was surprised, because all my pain seems isolated to my thoracic region. It seemed to me almost like I was handed the wrong report.
These findings:
Polyneuropathy:
“A demyelinating disease is any disease of the nervous system in which the myelin sheath of neurons is damaged.[1] This impairs the conduction of signals in the affected nerves, causing impairment in sensation, movement, cognition, or other functions depending on which nerves are involved”
Polyradiculopahy:
“Radiculopathy is not a specific condition, but rather a description of a problem in which one or more nerves are affected and do not work properly (a neuropathy). The emphasis is on the nerve root (Radix = “root”). This can result in pain (radicular pain), weakness, numbness, or difficulty controlling specific muscles.”
My neurologist received the news like he’d won the lottery. “Ah-ha! You, my friend, are a candidate for lyme disease.” What? What about my back? “We have a lot of testing to do, my friend!” Great.
So I got a Brain-Spect, Spinal-Tap, MRI’s, some blood work. All positive for lyme disease.
I am still undecided if Spinal-Tap triumphed my “shock-treatments”. The weight is on the former if I include my vasovagal attacks (2)as part of that procedure.
Back to my Neurologist and Primary Care Physician.
Let me tell you about these guys first. They are the “medical-mafia” as far as I am concerned: A network of mostly Jewish doctors on the upper-west-side of NYC, providing services from the basements of brownstones, all with nasty receptionists who care very little for questions regarding anything – especially how long you will be waiting. Forget about insurance, and break the bank because they are extremely expensive. My dad is “connected” because his mother worked 30+ years at Lenox Hill Hospital, and made friends with the right people..
“Do you recall being bit by a tic? Ever see a bulls-eye on your body? Experience joint pain? Fatigue?”; I answered, ”No, Yes, Yes, Yes…” Told him that I was bit by a black-fly. There was a bulls-eye, followed a few days after by joint pain and fever. I had assumed it was just an allergic response. I was wrong.
Read and Laugh
December 23, 2010 By
“PROFUNDITY”, courtesy of Hunter Brumfield
I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn’t work that way. So I stole a
bike and asked for forgiveness.
Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you
with experience.
Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a
garage makes you a car.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it’s still on the list.
Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright
until you hear them speak.
If I agreed with you we’d both be wrong.
We never really grow up; we only learn how to act in public.
War does not determine who is right – only who is left.
Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in
a fruit salad.
The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Evening news is where they begin with ‘Good evening’, and then proceed to
tell you why it isn’t.
To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is
research.
A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops.
On my desk, I have a work station.
How is it that one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a
whole box to start a campfire?
Dolphins are so smart that within a few weeks of captivity, they can train
people to stand on the very edge of the pool and throw fish to them.
I thought I wanted a career, but it turns out I just wanted pay checks.
A bank is a place that will lend you money, if you can prove that you don’t
need it.
Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says “In case of an
emergency, notify:” I put “DOCTOR”.
I didn’t say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but
check when you say the paint is wet?
Why do Americans choose from just two people to run for President and 50
for Miss America ?
Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful
man is usually another woman.
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to
skydive twice.
The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!
Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.
A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you
will look forward to the trip.
Hospitality: making your guests feel like they’re at home, even if you wish
they were not.
Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
Some cause happiness wherever they go. Others whenever they go.
There’s a fine line between cuddling and holding someone down so they can’t
get away.
I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not sure.
When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department
usually uses water.
You’re never too old to learn something stupid.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.
Some people hear voices. Some see invisible people. Others have no
imagination whatsoever.
A bus is a vehicle that runs twice as fast when you are after it as when
you are in it.
Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.
The Bicycle Fit Guru?
December 23, 2010 By
Why did I name my business “Bicycle Fit Guru”?
Because I can look really macho in a yoga pose?
Nope.
My business (and life) is based on the teachings of Jana Yoga — the Yoga of Wisdom. A “wise” yogi would know that the accompanying posture does not necessarily reflect yoga. Could be that I am just trying to look “cool”.
The Philosophy of Jana Yoga is simple:
Concentrate and Contemplate on the the discernment of what is NOT part of a customer’s Ideal Fit, in order to achieve that outcome, unhindered by [ego]attachments, memories and/or historical events.
No two people are alike, no two injuries, identical. Whatever I learn from my years in practice is helpful, but what works for one person can NEVER be transferred exactly beyond the scope of that occurrence. Each client has unique DNA, and the quality of my work is equal to my ability to understand his/her needs, and adapt the bicycle to those conditions.
Bike fitting is an act of discernment — identifying the object[ive] (what “is”) by eliminating all that (“ is not”) part of that outcome.
Jana Yoga is analogous to all types of learning. At the highest level, the humble practitioner functions beyond the sum of all [former] teachings. The greatest historical accomplishments — positive and negative — transcended human-consciousness. Many of these people/ideas were condemned before popularity.
CTSI Update
December 23, 2010 By
I really love working with the guys at CTSI.
They are some of the smartest, kindest, men I have ever known.
Our discussions tend towards advanced philosophy topics of early Yoga — identifying the authentic self (Atman), an object/objective for union (Yoga), and what is/ is not (neti-neti) condusive to this process/path (jana).
We meditate on aspects of self that are congurent/incongruent with our values and happiness, and the impact of Prakriti (nature/ego) on exposing these parts to others.
Asana practice (postures) mirrors life:
The prakriti is taxed with tension and frustration; the atman, awareness and acceptance. The harder we try to force our way into a posture, the more tension is carried where relaxation is needed. No different than trying to force life to meet our expectations. Doesn’t work. Awareness without tension brings sensory feedback in both practice and life. Tension and release are balanced in each moment, specific to that moment’s needs and without emotional scarring
Our session is closed by lying flat, relaxing with closed eyes (savasan), for 5-10 minutes, which really feels great.
Teaching Yoga at CTSI
December 23, 2010 By
have been teaching Yoga to men in transition from Jail/Prison to life since June, 2009.
This was not an easy transition, considering I have been teaching mostly upper-middle-class women for most of my career as an instructor.
The interview entailed ”auditioning” for the spot, teaching a 1.5 hour class to the guys at CTSI. It probably would have gone better for me if I had not been the second applicant – two days after an attractive female had demonstrated downward-facing-dog to the entire population.
I decided to speak about philosophy, rather than compete with “the yoga booty” as described by some of the more vocal men.
The hair on my neck was at full attention (which is pretty remarkable, considering the fact that I am bald) throughout my discourse, as 1/3 the guys fell asleep; 1/3 mumbled and grumbled with discontent, and 1/3 looked as if they would kill me if I took the job [from the down-dog-girl].
Things got a bit rough about twenty-minutes before the scheduled finale, with what I perceived was the climax of discontent. I looked over at the attending counselor, who did not seem at all affected, and made a gesture (finger across throat) that we should end early. We did.
I made my getaway to the exit thinking nothing but out, out, out, when the director saw me and called me into his office. “I heard it went well”, he said. “Can we count on you being here next Tuesday.” “Not a chance”, I thought as the word “Y E S” came out of my mouth.
The men at CTSI are some of the smartest, kindest people I have ever met. I learn as much, if not more, from them as they do from me, and we always have a good time together.
More soon!
Ashtanga Yoga at the Yoga House
December 23, 2010 By
Want to learn Yoga?
I teach Introduction to Ashtanga & Advanced Introduction to Ashtanga at the Yoga House, in Edina.
www.yogahouse.net
