Replace "It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superman!" with "She rolls out her mat, strikes a pose, it's Yoga Girl!"

Tamara Standard is a yoga guru with a mission to bring yoga to the masses, especially to residents of tough San Francisco neighborhoods devoid of yoga studios or most anything yoga-like. She'll calmly and confidently uncurl her yoga mat on rough streetcorners in areas such as the Tenderloin and Mission districts to teach yoga gratis to people traditionally unexposed. Doesn't matter if crack or prostitution is simultaneously for sale, nothing stops her.

On her inspirational website Standard shares Yoga Girl is her alter ego of sorts, an extension of her desire to serve others. I see Yoga Girl as the embodiment of an authentic, spiritual super hero. Truly extraordinary, Standard is opening hearts, filling spirits and softening the taut muscles, ligaments and tendons of busy city dwellers. Who knows how many people tuck away the yoga Standard willingly shares, later unwinding at sunset or waking up with the birds with a sun salutation in a little corner of their home. A cherished moment of serenity capable of flourishing into a deeper, lifelong practice.

Go Yoga Girl! Has anyone seen her?