Tuesday, November 9, 2010

#10 Try Yoga

I am a huge fan of urban dictionary. Whereas some people receive a word of the day from dictionary.com, I receive my Urban Word of the Day. So I found it ironic that the same day I decided to try a new hour and a half hot yoga class, the Urban Word of the Day happened to be hot mess.

Hot mess: when ones thoughts or appearance are in a state of disarray but they maintain an undeniable attractiveness or beauty.

see: hot mess
I am in no way calling my post yoga self portrait an example of undeniable attractiveness or beauty but I was a mess (given I’d been in yoga positions I hadn’t done in 5 years) and most certainly hot (given the room was probably 100+ degrees and I was sweating out toxins I ingested in college).

I don’t plan to stop at just one class. In fact, I got a deal through Living Social for 20 classes for $20 at Southern Om. The catch is I have to complete these 20 classes by the first of the year. Have you checked for Living Social deals in your city? They’re pretty cool daily deals that only last 24 hours or until they sell out.  But be warned, I could easily see how a person could get obsessed and end up spending their Saturdays doing a 2 for 1 photography session after their discounted facial while eating half-off Mediterranean food. 

So with the yoga class, I have made it to the one-third mark, ten down and twenty to go. I’m going to attempt to complete 5 more before the end of the year, most excitingly, I’m going on a hang gliding adventure with my brother this weekend.

One more thing. A person behind me totally farted during the middle of class and it was the first time I’ve actually heard an instructor laugh out loud. (yeah, I couldn’t leave that one out and I’m giggling now just thinking about it).

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3 comments:

  1. Are you sure it wasn't YOU who did the pooting?

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  2. You ingested toxins in college??? Certainly not with me :)

    Love following your adventures!!!

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  3. Thanks Becky! I don't know what was worse, the alcohol or all the fried pickles and pigs in a blanket.

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