..with Kim's help.I didn't ask Kim about this after class, and she didn't mention anything. I assumed it was a typical yoga teacher assist. A few clas...ses later, a similar thing happened. Again, during the relaxation period at the end, I felt her touch. This time, she was focusing just one one arm. I felt one of her small, elfin hands on my wrist, gripping it surprisingly tightly given her diminutive size, and her other hand on my upper bicep. She pulled my arm out, almost painfully, then. Greg glanced into the rearview mirror and saw the woman stifling a smile. Then she intercepted the big guy's wrist as he tried to slip a hand inside her blouse."Behave yourself," she said, like she was with a five-year-old."Here we are," Greg said, as they pulled up to the Stratford. The building was first class, complete with a liveried doorman and covered walkway that extended to the curb."That'll be... seven eighty-five," Greg told the woman, who poked a twenty-dollar bill through the slot. "It is pretty far away," Mark said. "And, we're going to have to be getting back. The weather's supposed to be good tomorrow, so I guess we'd better take the chance while we have it." He and the other three of the race followers faced a good solid day's flight in the 185 to Anchorage, with a stop to fuel at McGrath. The four had spent several thousand dollars themselves to follow the race.It had been a tough race to follow. There was scheduled air service at only four places along the route of. I’m not sure they bought it, but it seemed to pacify them for the time being. Just about the time I thought I’d kick the wheel chair, a routine ex-ray revealed that one of the bones in my leg wasn’t healing right so I had to go in for more surgery. They re-aligned everything and added two more screws so the wheelchair was to be my only option for some time. It kind of depressed me for a while, but Jennifer refused to give up on me and just rearranged her schedule again to accommodate the.