A brief detour from our scheduled food post to say:
JONNY KEST.
Like whoa.
I was prepared for an awesome class. I even stepped out of my comfort zone and placed my mat at the front of the room instead of the back corner, ready to get as much as I could out of this experience, even if it meant butterflies in the belly because people could actually see me. It was hella worth the butterflies. I forgot my self-consciousness two minutes into class.
Jonny Kest runs the yoga program for Lifetime Fitness, the gym that Rick and I belong to. Kind of a huge job, as it's a national organization and Jonny also owns and operates the renowned Center for Yoga in Detroit among other commitments. I'd heard of him, of course, before his involvement with Lifetime. He has a pretty seriously devoted fan base and a much lauded teaching style. Possibly because during class he issues helpful reminders like "try not to fart" (good advice in any yoga class, there's always a secret flatulator), or possibly because when a class of 200 begins to sort of lose the pace of the flow he stops everyone and says "let's finish this warm up by dancing on your mats" and cranks Billy Idol's Dancing With Myself, beginning to end, getting even this girl's graceless body to move like a 9th grader at a slumber party.
Mostly, Jonny Kest is a rock star because he can get a room of 200 to focus their energy, to bring their full attention to a flow that moves with their own powerful breath, to connect to themselves, to him, to each other and to the miracle of having something as astonishing as a human body.
And because he closed the practice with this.
Seriously, yoga doubters. Go. Do.
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