The Beginning
I set my first foot upon my yogic path by accident back in 2004. I was trying to pay for a wedding, my job had posted a request for volunteers to retrofit vehicles prior to releasing them for sale.
The shift would be 6pm to 6am seven days a week. The company would provide a hotel room and per-diem for food. I signed up for a month and the next week reported to the build site, 21 guys and me. The work was grueling many of us washed out in the first week. The rest of us coped, a routine formed. Come home from to the hotel, have breakfast and beers with the guys, hang out in the pool, pass out, repeat.
This was not so slowly killing me, not to mention physical advances by my coworkers were starting to become uncomfortable.
One morning, I decided to break this spiral or go home early, after breakfast I went back to my room flipping through the TV I stumbled across people doing yoga. I figured I would give it a shot. An hour later I was sweaty, tired and sore, shortly after that I slept restful for the first time in weeks.
By the end of the week, I felt hooked enough to drive two hours south to find a bookstore with a yoga section.
I was hungry for more..
Until I got home and fell back out of my new routine.
The Dark Ages
When I returned from my trip I entered the yoga dark ages in my journey for two years I didn't practice at all. I was newly married, we had a home, cars, motorcycles. However, something was missing, despite seeming to have it all part of me felt empty.
During spring cleaning I found the book I bought on my trip a few years before, I had forgotten all about it. I reread parts of it I sporadically restarted my practice. I didn't have much time to fit my practice, but any practice is better than none, I figured. I even attended a couple classes at "Rising Sun Yoga" during this time.
The Perfect storm
In 2009 many events in my life came to a head. Financial, emotional, physical ailments crashed against me in waves like a sailboat in a hurricane. I wasn't sure I could make it through the storm; if I did I would be tattered. Forms of mediation and light postures helped me through some rough times.
The Renaissance
Once the storm passed I looked for ways to mend myself. I remember walking in to Yoga for peace clear in mind seeking a fresh start. It was a chilly February night. Oh sweet rebirth, the exercise worked my body, unknowingly the focus worked my mind. Chaos became calm; discomfort became comfort as pain and physical illness eased to near nonexistence. I started a weekly routine attending first once, the twice or three times a week. I met so many caring people who have since become dear friends. By mid 2011, I knew I was destined to be an instructor. It took over a of year to get life to align with an opportunity to attend teacher training. I practiced the physical postures or asana to tone my body and considered the meditation and breathing (pranayama) a side benefit. However, once I started training, my mind opened to the benefits of a complete practice
I set my first foot upon my yogic path by accident back in 2004. I was trying to pay for a wedding, my job had posted a request for volunteers to retrofit vehicles prior to releasing them for sale.
The shift would be 6pm to 6am seven days a week. The company would provide a hotel room and per-diem for food. I signed up for a month and the next week reported to the build site, 21 guys and me. The work was grueling many of us washed out in the first week. The rest of us coped, a routine formed. Come home from to the hotel, have breakfast and beers with the guys, hang out in the pool, pass out, repeat.
This was not so slowly killing me, not to mention physical advances by my coworkers were starting to become uncomfortable.
One morning, I decided to break this spiral or go home early, after breakfast I went back to my room flipping through the TV I stumbled across people doing yoga. I figured I would give it a shot. An hour later I was sweaty, tired and sore, shortly after that I slept restful for the first time in weeks.
By the end of the week, I felt hooked enough to drive two hours south to find a bookstore with a yoga section.
I was hungry for more..
Until I got home and fell back out of my new routine.
The Dark Ages
When I returned from my trip I entered the yoga dark ages in my journey for two years I didn't practice at all. I was newly married, we had a home, cars, motorcycles. However, something was missing, despite seeming to have it all part of me felt empty.
During spring cleaning I found the book I bought on my trip a few years before, I had forgotten all about it. I reread parts of it I sporadically restarted my practice. I didn't have much time to fit my practice, but any practice is better than none, I figured. I even attended a couple classes at "Rising Sun Yoga" during this time.
The Perfect storm
In 2009 many events in my life came to a head. Financial, emotional, physical ailments crashed against me in waves like a sailboat in a hurricane. I wasn't sure I could make it through the storm; if I did I would be tattered. Forms of mediation and light postures helped me through some rough times.
The Renaissance
Once the storm passed I looked for ways to mend myself. I remember walking in to Yoga for peace clear in mind seeking a fresh start. It was a chilly February night. Oh sweet rebirth, the exercise worked my body, unknowingly the focus worked my mind. Chaos became calm; discomfort became comfort as pain and physical illness eased to near nonexistence. I started a weekly routine attending first once, the twice or three times a week. I met so many caring people who have since become dear friends. By mid 2011, I knew I was destined to be an instructor. It took over a of year to get life to align with an opportunity to attend teacher training. I practiced the physical postures or asana to tone my body and considered the meditation and breathing (pranayama) a side benefit. However, once I started training, my mind opened to the benefits of a complete practice
Chloe Zrnich RYT200
Chloe's path to yoga has been unconventional, she will often say that she came for the asana but stayed for everything else. She has been practicing and studying yoga for almost seven years and believes that yoga truly transformed her life. She approaches class with a fun loving anarchist approach of go where the practice leads you.
Light flow with Chloe Zrnich Starting September 19, Thursdays at 8:15 p.m. - 9:15 p.m.
When cooking, the best sauce is made when it is allowed to simmer. A good yoga flow can do the same, a gentle class that turns the body heat up slightly while still remaining gentle practice.
Chloe's path to yoga has been unconventional, she will often say that she came for the asana but stayed for everything else. She has been practicing and studying yoga for almost seven years and believes that yoga truly transformed her life. She approaches class with a fun loving anarchist approach of go where the practice leads you.
Light flow with Chloe Zrnich Starting September 19, Thursdays at 8:15 p.m. - 9:15 p.m.
When cooking, the best sauce is made when it is allowed to simmer. A good yoga flow can do the same, a gentle class that turns the body heat up slightly while still remaining gentle practice.