The first time I met Richard Freeman, director of the Yoga Workshop in Boulder, Colorado, was during the overture to the Primary Series (Ashtanga's classic postures): Sun Salutation number seven out of 10 on my first visit to his studio. Heeding the warnings about the crowds at his Sunday 3pm mysore class, I arrived cautiously early to claim a space. A good thing: By 2:55 the room buzzed with breath. At 2:59, Richard had not yet arrived. Uncertain of the protocol, I stood, pulse quickening, toes gripping my mat. I followed the cue of my classmates and began to practice. Somewhere between 3 and 3:10, Richard must have slipped in undetected - I was startled to see his bare feet glide past the top of my mat as I sailed from Chaturanga to Upward Facing Dog. As my widened eyes traveled up from his feet to his bemused face, I couldn't help but smile to myself at the ordinariness of our first encounter.
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