My Mom took me to Colorado when I was 13. I spent the trip wanting to stay inside reading, cursing the existence of trees and fresh air. My Mom, God bless her, planned tons of fun things like white water rafting, hiking, horseback riding and I was all like “Ughhhh, nature…”

14 years later, my tune has changed (a bit) and I get it- mountains are awesome (and Mom, I am really sorry for being 13).

Park City, Utah was one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. If there was ever a weekend to sneak away to the mountains for a yoga retreat, this was it. It hammered home the connection between the work I do on my mat and, well, everywhere else- the mind body connection is not to be underestimated and I got to work out both hard. I sweat more than I thought possible (hello 4 hour practice in 90 degree heat) and cleared out so much space in my head and heart. I feel amazing today and am going to try as hard as humanly possible to keep this zen (although I almost lost my shit when a guy cut the taxi line at O’Hare last night).

I give the highest of fives to Park City!