Mid-way through last semester, my Sports Writing professor briefly mentioned the movie Free Solo to our class in the middle of one of his lectures. I scribbled an illegible note in the corner of my notebook...

Getting off my yoga mat for the 30th time, my cheeks were flushed a bright pink, and my heart pumped with proud joy. The sun was setting outside my New Hall window, and on my 30-day yoga journey. I slowly...