Last week, Andrea and I switched from our nice, relaxing kripalu yoga class to an intense vinyasa (flow) class that one person cutely referred to last night as “hot and spicy” and which my sister referred to as “yoga of death”. Where the kripalu class was like a relaxing retreat, the vinyasa class is like boot camp. Last week was tough, but I felt great as I left. I felt strong and a little sore, but a good sore. My abs were aching, my arms were tired, I wasn’t sure I could walk out, my legs felt so loose, but I recovered in a couple of days. It hurt to laugh or pull a sweater over my head, but as the days went on, I got beyond that. Or so I thought.

Class begins with some serious ab workouts and by the third pose last night, I was done for. My abs were screaming. I was in agony, wishing I was home on the couch, drinking tea instead of in class with my feet in the air doing crunches. I hated the instructor (no, not really, she’s so sweet, but freakishly STRONG with an impossible endurance). I spent the rest of the hour and a half class feeling like a weak, uncoordinated sissy. We flowed up, we flowed down, we twisted and lunged, we bent and tripped (oh, no, that was just me). We spent so long in down dog, I thought my arms would collapse. I almost needed help putting my coat on when I left. I staggered out to my car hoping to make it home before I fell asleep. Man! That was a tough class. I was glad to hear my sister say the same thing, I’m not the only sissy.

This morning I’m still exhausted. What does it say when a workout makes you want to sleep for twelve hours? I suppose it says that I’m out of shape! That’s probably true, and as tired as I am, and as tough as it was to hold my coffee cup this morning with my limp, shaky arms, I still can’t wait to go back next week.


Wild Yoga

OK, maybe it wasn’t wild, but it was loud, that’s for sure.  Day two of Andrea and Lisa’s Wild Adventures centered on trying out a newish yoga studio in Manchester called Lotus Yoga.  Now, I’ve been to many, many yoga classes.  Whether Kripalu or Hatha, professional studio or community center, they’ve all been one thing: quiet.  Generally you walk in to a dimly lit room with soft music playing and people gently stretching to get ready for the class.  So imagine my surprise when we walked into a loud, raucous room of chatty ladies at Lotus.  It seemed so wrong.  Like throwing a party in a library.  But we went for it and found our spots in the crowd.  The instructor, Melissa, came in and began to settle the crowd.  The chatting and laughing quieted, and then the instructor began to talk.  And talk and talk.  In my head I was thinking, “Oh, I’m so not coming back again.  This place is too talky.”  Andrea told me later that she was thinking the same thing.  But then the class started and it was wonderful.  Melissa was upbeat and motivating.  She led us through some combinations of poses I’ve never seen which made the same old favorites seem fresh and new.  An hour and a half later and I was wishing it wouldn’t end.   I forget how much I love yoga classes until I sit in on one.  It’s so much better than doing it alone at home where you can cheat and not hold a pose for long, or skip the ones you don’t like.  We’re hoping to join the Tuesday night class as more than just drop-ins as long as Andrea’s schedule will allow it.  I think you should join us!

Going Wild

Yes, my first ever pedicure was wonderful and came with a hot rock leg/foot massage, a scrub, some sparkley orange polish, and a brief, warm shoulder massage. I don’t think it will be my last visit to that place. The pedicure was the first step of my two day adventure with my sister, Andrea. She’s super busy with two boys, a busy job, and a husband who works full time and is going to school, too. This week she has the evenings of Monday and Tuesday free since Christian’s classes haven’t started up yet for the spring semester, so she called me up and told me she wanted to do something “wild”. My mom got so lucky having two lame-o daughters like us. We tried and tried to think of something properly wild to do, all she came up with was getting ice cream, I managed to suggest seeing a movie or going to a yoga class. Woo. Wild. Everyone can rest easy, there should be no calls from the police department to bail us out or pick us up, we’ve decided to drop in on a yoga class at a fairly new studio in Manchester called Lotus Yoga. And of course, we’ll also be getting ice cream. Man, we’re lame, but we have very pretty toenails.