I began practicing Bikram Yoga eleven years ago in hopes of balancing out the stress, over-stimulation and isolation of life in the big, bad, beautiful City. Also, after several years of desk jobs, my hips were frozen to the point that I couldn’t even go for a run. So: Bikram Yoga. I loved it immediately, because the physically and mentally rigorous practice allowed me to engage in meaningful work, on all levels. One of the hot room’s gifts was the calmness I needed to listen for my inner voice. In those 90-minutes, my surface personality, with its concerns about appearance and worries about daily problems and challenges, stepped aside and my core-self emerged, whispering “I can, I can, I can, I can, I must. I have no choice. I can.” Also, after eleven years of serious practice, all of my joints are flexible, fluid and easy, and my hips work like butter. When not in the hot room I'm a writer of horror stories with several projects in the works, I promise. Thanks for asking!