Center City Yoga. No, you do not need to bring a gun.

While reading this entry I want you to remember how important it is to trust your own journey.

Sometimes when you know a person as a child, and not as an adult, they stay that ten-year old version of themselves in your mind forever. This is how I thought of Katy Pringle. We met as lil’chicks at the Arts of the Dance Centre’ (yes, the last word is spelled correctly).  She was a year younger than me, a little string-bean with straw blonde hair and a 10,000 watt smile. Fluttering around the studio with her bestie Amanda for years.  We were awkward N’Sync lovin’ frizzy haired weirdo’s but as for hopes and dreams and a future, I would have never predicted that our paths would be so closely intertwined. Honestly, I had no idea what she was up to after graduating from high school. I knew she was a little smarty pants and went away to college but we never kept in touch. About a year ago, before I became the yoga enthusiast I am today,  I shadowed her best friend Amanda, an occupational therapist. I needed volunteer hours to apply to OT school. It didn’t work out as planned…(those who never fail never succeed right?). While hanging with Amanda we would talk about what Katy was up to, and going to one her yoga classes at South wind Vineyard.

PUMP THE BREAKS! I know someone who not only teaches yoga, but it’s at a vineyard….with wine….and delicious cheese. This was every white girls dream. Yoga + wine + cheese, cue the angels singing. I planned on getting white girl wasted, stuffing my face with cheese, and striking a pose with my friend Pinot and Chardonnay.

Amanda and I still haven’t made it out to the Vineyard together, life got in the way. I’m coming for you Amanda!

Fast forward 8 months, insert facebook invite “Center City Yoga” with co-owners Katy Pringle and Tony Zappariello. I squealed like a little piggy. Another ADC woman doing big things! Once I got over the initial envy of knowing someone younger than me owns their own business I gathered up the courage to attend a class. I even shimmied out of work early for the occasion. I attended the 6pm power class on Wednesday evening. Located directly across from city hall on Wood Street, ground level in a business suite I saw her sign “Center City Yoga” with a circle graphic around it that looked like Rafiki thumb swipe across Simba’s head. Then there she was, little Katy was no longer little. Tall, beautiful smile and bright blue eyes ready to welcome me into her studio. On top of all the other things that make her completely incredible she also radiates this positive energy that I fed off of like a leach. Some things in life aren’t fair…you get to be talented, successful and gorgeous? My insecurities made me feel a little out-of-place. That initial anxiety faded as soon as the three of us started chatting. Tony is this wealth of knowledge, we touched on the topic of religion in yoga and then he sent me a webpage so I could look into the history (thank you Tony!). On top of being the co-owner, he is also a teacher at Center City Yoga. I could go on and on about him as well. In the few minutes I spent with him I could tell that he is truly an asset to our local yoga community and I can’t wait to take a class with him (and pick his brain a little).

As many old friends do, we started to catch up. I learned that she attended West Chester University and graduated with her BA in exercise science with the hope of getting in to a Physical Therapy program. But much like myself, life had other plans. While in college she started taking a vinyasa class on campus and again,much like myself, it was true love. One thing we both learned early in life is that life is full of disappointments but it just meant that we were meant for other adventures. She reassessed her direction in life and found her calling as a teacher. She attended the teacher’s training program at Fitness Yoga Studios in Mullica Hill, NJ and began teaching a variety of vinyasa classes around south jersey.

Another philosophy me and Katy have in common is the idea that yoga is for everyone. I find that people can be intimidated to start a yoga class because they fear they aren’t “flexible enough” or they aren’t the “right body type”. I used to take class next to a guy who was an easy 300 lbs and he rocked it! It also gave the teacher an opportunity to learn what works with people of different sizes and body types. THERE ARE NO EGOS IN YOGA. We are all about bettering our own practice. The teacher is there for guidance and support.

Even Katy, who could easily be a prissy princess about her astounding ability is solely focused on improving her student’s practice. During class we laughed about my short arms (disadvantage) and then joked about my lack of hamstrings (advantage). It gave her a chance to figure out how I could use these elements to my benefit. I think one of her major strength as a teacher is her education. She understands how the body is meant to move through space and can give specific directions on improving a student’s technique.

Her physical practice is well versed and ideal for beginners.  Think of it this way, a home needs a strong foundation to stand. Same for your practice. In addition to her all levels class she also teaches a power class. What is a power class? A power class focuses on strength building flows that incorporate balances. She tempers the class to the student’s ability in that session. Power class DOES NOT EQUAL crazy yogi pretzel time. It’s meant to shake up your regular routine. Personally, I hope she brings her hot yoga practice to Vineland. There is nothing more gratifying at the end of a work out then being soaked in sweat and smelling like a gym sock. Kinda makes me feel accomplished.

::HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE::

Katy, you may be a typical yoga hottie but you are also one of the most insightful teachers I’ve taken with. I am so grateful that neither of us ended up in grad school (our bank accounts are even happier that we did not go to graduate school). This is obviously where you are meant to be. In this space, in this time, helping my community experience the benefits of yoga. It’s beautiful. Namaste’.

FYI, even perfect Katy has a pose that she avoids and cringes at the thought of doing. Camel. She hates camel. Then she tells me, it’s probably because she needs that pose the most.

Katy, doing her favorite yogi pose Dancer. <3 her.

Katy, doing her favorite yogi pose Dancer. ❤ her.

I invite you all to check out Center City Yoga’s class schedule on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/CenterCityYoga 

P.S. They aren’t just Yoga! CCY offers Pilates and children’s music classes too!

peace, love, & pigeon,

– lil’yoga junkie

 

Introducing, lil’yoga junkie! A short girl’s guide to the universe.

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Hello All!

So, for those of you that know me you’re probably wondering…”what in the world is that strange little woman up to”?  Well, I’ve decided to create a lifestyle blog. This blog is about what happens when plan B,C, and D go wrong and how to find joy in plan E. It’s my quirky twist on this crazy world. A comical journey by exploring my yoga adventures, food, anything up and coming (i.e. music&arts….go karts), more food, product reviews, and inspiration through the eyes of a yogi cynic. I welcome you to share your stories of inspiration, then share mine with your friends and family. Please, suggest places to go and things you’re curious about that are health related. I will gladly try it, take pictures, give my honest reviews, and mostly I hope it’s food…(free is for me)

 

Laugh with me, or at me. As long as you smile and gain new perspective on your day, I’ve made a difference.

 

A little about me, I’m a South Jersey girl born and raised. Like most in the area I have a huge family with three other siblings. As for birth order I’m number 2 of four (because I’m the sh*t!). You may get to know my siblings because the odds of them staring in my zainey adventures against their own will is about 500%. They might resist, but that is what duct tape is for….heh…heh……heh….love you Joe, Josh, & Beth…;-). I’ve been a dancer my entire life but like most, I ran into a few major speed bumps. Have you ever heard the saying “you stop growing when you reach perfection”? Nonsense. I know I’m awesome but I could have used a few extra inches. Not sure why my body was too lazy to keep going to a socially acceptable height. Then there were literal speed bumps…I developed into a beautiful curvy (busty) woman.  While Kimmy K rocks it, these attributes are not seen as an advantage in the dance world. As a teen, learning to strap everything thing down, and then put on a skin-tight costume, and be confident…uh…yea…about that. You try to be graceful in spanx. Let me know how that goes. Truth be told I had terrible body image issues as a teen and most of my adult life.  All self-imposed. All ridiculous. Leading to some really fun depressive episodes spanning weeks or even months.

I drifted through college as a social work major, loving the schooling but not necessarily enjoying the practice. I was a dance teacher at the studio I grew up in and had a niche working with kids. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was more than shuffles and tendu’s. These chickies were just like me as a kid. Completely sensitive to every word my dance teacher uttered, then computed through my hormone crazed mind, and etched into my brain as fact. (EARTH TO TEENS….ADULTS SAY STUPID THINGS ALL THE TIME AND ARE JUST AS UNABALANCED AS YOU ARE…IF AN ADULT SAYS SOMETHING THAT UPSETS YOU…TALK TO A TRUSTED ADULT ABOUT THE SITUATION TO GAIN A LITTLE PERSPECTIVE). Everything I did affected my little chicks so I tried my best to make my student’s feel as confident and beautiful as dancers, and people. Now this kinda work, I could get down with. Why didn’t I stick with it long-term? Confidence was a major problem, not recognizing that my depression had stunted my journey, and still I felt that growing up meant finding a meaningful relationship, being the perfect girlfriend so that I could get married, and getting a desk job to pay the bills….if anyone else is becoming bored with that thought stream…join the club.

Oh, by the way none of that crap worked out. No meaningful relationship, not the perfect girlfriend, not getting married, I had the desk job….it barely paid the bills (whomp whomp).

I was treading water emotionally, mentally, and just keeping my nose above water with no land in sight. My life needed some major changes.  Cue the wrecking ball…Miley Cyrus style break down in 3…2…1….

My relationship of 9 years came to an abrupt end. My entire world stopped. Over a boy. Friends chose sides. Every aspect of my world changed and I had no say. People I loved and trusted for years were instantly gone. To say it was an easy transition would be like saying Godzilla would make a good house pet. I was devastated and paralyzed by my own emotions. It was awful…..at the time.

***thank you to my friends and family who literally held the pieces together and fought to help me get better.  A super special shout out to Mama Malench, Beth & Jenna. I have no idea how I would have started this amazing journey without you. (and Maizey)

Enter GROUPON. I love you groupon. Finding me discounts on things I want. And I do want ALL THE THINGS. I bought a 10 class package to Peace , Love & Yoga. Being a cynic and obviously in peak physical condition I was thinking….I hope this doesn’t blow. I give it two classes before I’m the yoga master. I can already touch my toes and I don’t need some hippie telling me that I need to be a tree to find peace. Instead, I was terrible….come to find out I didn’t even know how to breathe correctly. Thought I had that shit mastered….WRONG. But I became an addict. However, I prefer the word junkie, it designates a certain desperation and classiness that truly defines my need to practice. Natalie told me things like “this is where I was meant to be”, and to “create the peace I want to see in the world”.

I did something I don’t usually do. I listened. I learned. I began to love myself. I became me. Someone whose voice I locked into a little box and verbally abused for years telling myself that I was stupid, I was the problem, I wasn’t worth love. I wasn’t funny. I stopped being the abuser and started to heal. I started to turn my facebook page into a place of positivity using the motto “fake it till’ you make it”. I wasn’t happy but if I retrained my brain the think positive. Eventually it would be. (Thanks Natalie). Then I had other people telling me that my post’s make them laugh too! #win. I no longer accept people (or thoughts) that are cancers in my life. I cut that shit out  like Michonne Walking Dead style with a giant sword. No longer do I take friendship applications from Debbie Downer. Keep it steppin’ loser.

I’ve decided that no one will give you happiness. It starts from within, then permeates your aura and infects others. No std test required, no dripping, burning or blisters. This infection simply rocks your soul.  (if it does burn/drip or blister than consult a medical professional)

Not all post’s will be this sappy but I thought a little perspective on where I’m coming from would be a great kick off.

I leave you with a quote from the song “you’ve got time” by Regina Spektor…..

“taking steps is easy, standing still is hard”

Standing still is so hard. Not have a clear direction or goal is scary as hell. I encourage you to start taking steps even if they are itsy bitsy. Like a whore in AC that is obviously wearing heels that are too high to walk in. And just like that little suburban girl who has morphed into an AC hussy for the night you will have blisters, you will beg someone to carry you, it will be totally uncomfortable and it will take you foooorever to get anywhere. However, at least you are moving, and those heels are hot. Let me borrow them sometime? Trying new things will lead you to your journey. I promise. Try it with me sometime. I’ll take pictures of us falling and/or stuffing our faces, and paste it all over facebook. All so we can help inspire someone else to do the same.

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King Pigeon in Hilton Head SC

Peace, love & pigeon,

lil’yoga junkie