You walk right by regulars everyday. They’re the guys you see when you paddle out at those spots that you can’t check from the road. They’re probably reading a newspaper (remember those?) right behind you when you get your coffee. They might be a guru or they might be an unknown. They’ve been quietly unrolling their mat in the back of the shala, day after day, to get more in tune. They might not be able to do handstands, but that’s not the point after all. They like to get after it, and realize a little rewiring is in order from time to time, so they push themselves sometimes farther than they should. They struggle like everyone, but keep giving it hell, mainly because life is too much fun not to. At a glance they may appear to just be regular guys. They are, and then some.