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workin out.

gunshow[ note: this is an old photo from back in our half marathon training days.  I’ve since added 1 chin and 2 belly rolls to my physique. ]

Can someone please teach me how to not gain weight in the summer?  With all the happy hours + beer fests + ice cream + cheese in general, it’s literally impossible.  Oh, working out, you say?  That’s still a thing?

But yes, I’m feeling a little robust these days.  I know I just need to stop acting like humpty dumpty and get moving a bit more.  Casey and I actually just got a pass to a gym in our new neighborhood and we’ve been trying out these funky classes.  Monday we went to TRX.  Have you been?  If so, kudos.  I almost died a little bit.  We used these suspensions straps to do all these really difficult moves like mid-air pushups.  Blerg, that stuff was tough.

And then the next night we hit up 75 minutes of yoga.  I’ve tried yoga once before and didn’t really love it but still always wanted to give it another go.  I’ve just been scared to go to a class where everyone is all awesome and bendy and I’m all… not.  Which is why I was so pleasantly surprised when Casey said he’d try with me.  I later found out that the main reason he agreed to try it was because Joe Rogan does yoga.  (Joe Rogan is the old host of Fear Factor who now hosts his own podcast.. or something?  All I know is that Casey listens to him on his way to work everyday and if I had a dime for every Joe Rogan reference I’ve heard in the past few months….. I could probably buy a really nice block of cheese) So anyways, we yoga’d!  And it was pretty fun.  I had some difficulty with the focusing, breathing and all around relaxation that’s supposed to be a part of it but I’m hoping that’ll come with time.  Right?  Also, I’m currently googling ‘how to keep your hands from slipping when downward facing dogging’, so I have those results to look forward to.

What else?  I just ate a bunch of kale for lunch, so that’s cool.  And then I promptly rewarded myself with a lemon bar.  Lemons are fruit so I figure I’m in good shape.  But I’m not, in good shape.  Is the point.

Baby steps!  Namaste.

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