So I went to a workout class today at 6:45 a.m. and it was barely fifty degrees outside. Correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s a few things a little off about that sentence. For starters, I went to a workout class at 6:45 a.m. And yes, I like repeating that because I’m so damn proud of myself. Believe it or not, I’ve gone to yoga every day this week and today I just tried pilates (thanks to Class Pass.) I never in a million years thought I’d say this about an exercise class, but I LOVED it.
And ps the second thing wrong with that sentence was the temperature. It shouldn’t already be that cold. It’s just not right. Winter is looming in the distance and it scares me. It scares me so bad. But I can’t think that right now, I refuse to go to that dark place.
Only happy thoughts. Like pilates.
I’ve always read that celebs with banging bods are pilates addicts and now I understand why. It’s awesome and surprisingly kind of fun. Sliding on those reformers was way too entertaining for me, I could have done it all day long.
The class I went to this morning wasn’t high impact at all but I felt like I worked muscles I’ve never worked before. Because here’s the thing about me when it comes to working out, I hate cardio. Unless I’m competing in an obstacle course at Post Prom trying to win a microwave, I refuse to do anything cardio related. It’s just not my thing. So it makes sense that I love yoga and pilates so much. Although yesterday at my yoga class I got a little weirded out at the end when it was quiet lay-down happy time (what is that moment called again? Shovasana? Kukumanga? Dunkaroo? I don’t know.) Anyway, I was relaxing and enjoying the end of another good class when all of the sudden I could feel breathing right above me and I looked up and the instructor was right there hovering over the top of me just staring. I just said “uh hi.” And then she quietly responded in her yogi voice “it’s okay” with a soft smile on her face.
Um, what’s okay? What is about to happen here?
And then she put something oily on my forehead and massaged my head for a second. I felt like I had just gotten blessed. It was really weird. Especially because it was hot yoga and my head was drenched with sweat. It was weird, but also enjoyable. I love a good head rub. And who doesn’t love a little good smelling oil on their forehead, am I right, or am I right?
Then we all snoozed on our mats for what felt like hours while soft Enya music played and incense burned. It was a wonderful.
And tomorrow I’m going back for more pilates and Vinyasa yoga on Saturday. I haven’t worked out on a Saturday since high school and that was only because I had basketball games. I don’t know who this new person is taking over my body but I like her. I really hope she stays around longer than a week. Time will tell.
I tend to get over things pretty quickly.
And on that note, see you tomorrow. It’s almost Harlow’s bday weekend and things are about to get crazy around here. He’s participating in a cake eating contest on Saturday. And if you think I’m lying, I’m not. More details to come tomorrow.