hit an om run

It’s summer in Chicago and there is nothing Chicagoans love more than that. While our winter boots collect dust in the closet, we’re busy drinking beers on Sheffield, eating tacos at Big Star, rocking jorts at Lollapalooza and, of course, cheering on the Cubs at one of the worlds most famous parks.

batter's up!

Last Sunday, like all Sundays, I met my friends (not just any friends, my best friends… the kind that are more like family) on the quiet street in the early hours of the morning and headed to yoga. This wasn’t an unusual routine for us but this time it was different. Instead of riding down an escalator into a dimly lit studio, we walked through an empty, echoing stadium where thousands of people had been before us. Wrigley field has been hosting ball games for 96 years but this was the first time it'd open its gates to the yoga community. We were attending the Southport store opening party, a two-hour yoga class on the historic field.

hitting an om run

Walking onto the field was electric. That first connection of my bare feet to the grass gave me chills. I was on sacred ground and I could feel it. Chicagoans live and die by their teams and there I was, mat in tow, on Wrigley Field. Our practice was lead by three rock star ambassadors and was appropriately themed around victory. Not only did the Chicago yoga community show up but I met yogis and baseball fans alike, who had travelled from all over (think: Nevada, Texas, Michigan and Indiana) who made the trip just for this event.

a grand slam

In the middle of 1000 yogis, as I Chaturanga-ed my way into a Vinyasa, I looked to my friend Katy and said, “this is once in a lifetime. You’ll never have your face in Wrigley Field again.” I didn’t want the practice to end. Every now and then a light breeze would swing by and remind me just how alive I felt in that moment, surrounded by my friends, my co-workers and my community. The opportunity to practice yoga on Wrigley Field was such a celebration of our city, such an ode to its beauty. A true victory.

Any baseball fans out there? Give our Southport store a visit! Its design was inspired by the Chicago ball culture (Cracker Jacks not included).

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GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love you, lady. xo

Comment by Elissa Joy — June 28, 2012 @ 2:22 pm

This is superb . .I so would have adored to be there! Amazing pictures too. Thank you for sharing this experience. YEYYYYYY! (it has made me smile from ear to ear)

Comment by Cathi — June 29, 2012 @ 8:43 am

Bummer I was there there visiting & even visited a lululemon store on Michigan & no one mentioned :(

Comment by Deborah — June 30, 2012 @ 11:56 pm

You certainly captured the essence of the day. Made me wish I could have been there too!!

Comment by Anita — July 3, 2012 @ 3:50 pm

That was historical! Amazing…
PS. You’ve GOTTA broadcast these events better!

Comment by Amanda — July 6, 2012 @ 5:14 am

Yay Gige! So stinking cool. WIsh I coulda been there!

Comment by Alicia — July 9, 2012 @ 7:58 am

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