It's a simple story. We loved yoga in Ohio at Cleveland Yoga. 95 people in a room, 1/2 inch apart, sweating like crazy and always feeling like there was a party going on. It was our second home. When we moved to Land O'Lakes, Christie and I traveled to all the studios in the Tampa/St. Pete area. we couldnt find a single studio that gave us that same experience that we were willing to drive 45 minutes on a nice day and 90 minutes on a snowy day. We saw floors that were cement. Wooden floors that smelled like old onions. we saw space heaters set up in corners that toted that they had hot yoga. We saw radiate panels on the ceilings that torched your toes when we went to Three legged dog. And absolutely no place felt like home. People were spaced far from each other. The spaces were quiet like praying was going on, some places charged such ridiculous rates in that for four of us to drop in we paid $88 dollars so we bought a package of classes the next time with a three month expiration. Of course we came back on month four because life got in the way with kid activities and our classes were gone. There were actually a few places that stole our classes after one month. I say steal because we paid for them and got nothing in return because we had to use them in one month. And then there was the difference in teaching style. People said they had Power Yoga but to us it was Slow boring stuff. No willing to give up what we loved, we decided to open up what we loved five minutes from our new home. People said we should have opened in a busier area but we choose to open where all our neighbors lived. Today FPY is our piece of Cleveland with our own twist on it. It exists in a small town in a neighborhood setting and we wouldnt have it any other way!