This towel should be burned.
My friend Meggan told me that I needed to go to a hot yoga class with her because she knew I would love it.
What she told me to bring:
1. A beach towel
2. Shorts and a tank because she said that I would be so hot that I will want to explode.
What I was thinking in my head:
1. Why in the world would I need a ginormous beach towel? I have done yoga many times and I was just fine with my nice little mat.
2. I am a runner. I know what it is like to sweat, yoga will not make me sweat as much as a hard run. I will wear capris just to prove my point.
I walked into the room and started sweating more than I ever have before. That poor beach towel was drenched and that is all I am going to say about that. It was a sculpt yoga class and so weights were involved and my heart rate reaches 200 whenever I pick up a weight let alone in a 100 degree room.
If anyone even just says the words ‘around the world squats’ I think I might cry.
We changed our clothes so that we could go explore some trails close-by for a 4.5 mile run.
Say hello to Megan’s Sunglasses and hand.
Trails plus running with friends = bliss.
I was forced to wash my hair because of yoga but I am not forced to blow-dry it or style it.
Brooke was not very happy about me waking her up from her mid-morning nap to go get a breakfast burrito.
Ham, bacon, potatoes and eggs with at least 5 of those cups of salsa.
Ever tried hot yoga before? Thoughts about yoga?
What did you have for breakfast this morning?
Where did you run today?