This Studio Was Built on Tears, Tools, and Tenacity

After loss, trauma, and more dark days than I care to count, a friend dragged me into a hot yoga class. I couldn’t touch my toes, let alone imagine peace — but that one class changed everything.

What started as a last-ditch effort to avoid surgery became a full-blown transformation. I found strength in the sweat, comfort in the heat, and healing in the stillness. I started saying yes I can instead of listening to the noise that said I couldn’t.

With the help (and occasional protest) of my better half, I built Smokin Hot Yoga from the ground up — one screw, one sob, one breakthrough at a time. This studio isn’t just a business. It’s a home for anyone ready to rise — no matter what ashes you’re coming from.