People always raise an eyebrow when I tell them I'm going to or just getting back from a "Hooping Workshop". "A
hooping workshop? As in hula hooping?"
Yes, I know, for many people hula hooping was something they did as a child,
not as an adult. I started hooping because it was something new (I couldn't hoop as a child) and thought it would be a fun addition to my personal training business. I'm always looking for creative ways to encourage people to stay active. I like many things (just take a look at my garage full of 'gear') but hooping has carved out a special place inside myself, a place that is fun, creative, meditative, alive, focused and always fresh and new. I love hooping because it's different for everyone. There's no right or wrong. It's just what you and your hoop make of it.
Here are a few pictures of my trip to Carrboro, North Carolina to attend
Hoop Path 6: Bloom! Four days of learning, experimenting, meditation, laughter, deep introspection and of course, hooping with some of the best hoopers in the world.
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| LAX to Chicago then teeny, tiny plane to Greensboro, NC |
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| Some actual yummy food I found in the airport. (minus the soft drink) |
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| Brookstone rocks! Sleeping on the plane is just a funny-looking eye mask away. |
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| University of North Carolina recreation center, great venue for hooping! |
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| Special viewing of the "Hooping Life" movie |
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| Hoops, food and stuff |
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| "Spiral", an amazing performer, a beautiful teacher |
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| My roomies |
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| UNC Ram's Head Recreational Center |
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| ...and so it begins |
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| Khan Wong: an elegant teacher |
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| Hooping 'mingle' |
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| Baxter and his thoughts on hooping, life, people and love |
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| Flying back home with a plane change in Chicago |
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| Had no idea Chicago had such a beautiful airport |
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| LAX-busiest I've ever seen it. On a Monday at 10 p.m. no less! |
Exhausted but renewed and full of anticipation of how all of the weekend's instruction will be integrated into my hoop practice. Looking forward to "Blooming" inside the hoop.
xoxo,
Sharon
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