This morning thought about how this woman walked up to the hoola hoop area last night at a yoga event and told me that I needed to stick my butt out and she calmly proceeded to hoop it up effortlessly.
Hadn't hoola hooped in a while and I guess it's not like riding a bicycle.
The yoga event at Union Station was special. It was a fundraiser (for veterans of war) and a yogapalooza of sorts.
|Another Yoga Buddy, Tammy, Checking Our Surf Fitness|
As I checked photos on Instagram, I spotted several photos of myself including one that had me cracking up.
There was live music -- a reggae band -- and once the music started, it was hard to hear Elle so the instructions kind of floated around which is why I'm going to say that I look, in Alison's word, like a stranded turtle.