Erika Frings

Inner Fire Yoga Member Since February 2009

If I had to sum up my yoga story in just one sentence, it would be this: Inner Fire Yoga is my “second” home.

I have always been an avid athlete: a devoted tennis player in my younger age, a runner in my 20’s, a Mad Power junkie in my 30’s, and a Peloton bike addict during Covid. But over all these years, I always go back to practicing yoga and feel it is my home base.

I fondly remember my first yoga class over 20 years ago at IFY located on University Ave with only one yoga room. I fell in love immediately – the heat, the teachers, the community, and the benefits it provided for my mind, body, and soul.

I originally thought that running and high impact workouts were what my body needed. I was wrong. Yoga challenges me in a unique way. Staying in one position for what sometimes feels like hours in intense heat, sweat profusely dripping down to my mat, and my heart throbbing is bold. I cannot run from the pose, pound more weights, or pedal faster, but rather just breathe deeply through the resistance. Breathing is the most important practice on the mat, and – as I have recently realized – off the mat.

The ‘mind’ benefit of yoga has been crucial as I have struggled with anxiety for years and always will. Yoga has not cured or solved this problem, but it has helped me to manage it. My anxiety (like certain yoga poses) is not about making the unpleasant feelings or resistance go away entirely, but rather it is about helping me understand what level of discomfort I am able to embrace today, to heal, and to learn how to just breathe through it.

I am a sucker for the Inner Fire Flow classes, but occasionally will sprinkle in Original Hot as well. I appreciate Meg’s music, playfulness and uplifting cheerful outlook every time I see her. Karen has been my guiding soul for years. Her stories, quotes, and lyrics from songs that she vulnerably radiates during class has been transformative, offering both physical and mental benefits that have shaped my personal journey. And I always appreciate the cold, oil-infused, cotton pads at the end of class, as well.

Everyone is fighting his or her own battle. Be kind, be present, practice yoga, and just breathe.