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You guys, I started something I NEVER thought I would do. Okay, I made that sound way more dramatic than necessary. Especially when I tell you that it’s just that I started taking yoga classes.
Cue the part where you all like, “That’s not weird Danielle, like a million and one people do yoga.” And while that is true, for YEARS I have vowed that it’s just not for me. I’m more of a cardio queen. If there’s running, jumping, biking or any sort of competition involved – I’m in. But things that made you slow down, focus and be more thoughtful, yeah nope. Not me.
Until now. I blame my friend Shannon Kessler for finally giving in. I could only see so many videos of her looking super svelte while doing crazy handstands on instagram for so long before I wanted to see if that could be me. Spoiler Alert: it’s not. I am neither svelte, nor coordinated, nor flexible. But I am trying.
Shannon invited me for a yoga date and I figured now was as good as ever to give it a go. I will say that I almost ran away in fear when I realized it was hot yoga but after giving it a try I was a reluctant fan. First off, I love a good sweat. It feels good to get all that out of your system but more than that, I have really enjoyed the challenge.
I haven’t enjoyed looking like an uncoordinated gorilla in all the classes – seriously, my out of whack arm-to-torso-to-leg proportions make me an embarrassment. But the classes have been really relaxing in a way where you still feel like you’re getting a solid workout. And I can attest to the work out part since I have been insanely sore after every class. I’m thinking if I can stick with it, I might even become mildly flexible. I mean, my goal is to be able to touch the ground without bending my knees so I’m not raising the bar too high or anything.