Sports bras and smiles, bartender/student/girlfriend, best seal impressions in town
Finally had a night off from doing everything and anything (that sounds dirty, that’s okay with me) and went to Bikram yoga.
Definitely thought I’d be dying (haven’t been to a class in over a month and a half due to holidays/work, etc.) but it was such an amazing session. Smooth, invigorating and now I feel all sorts of amazing.
Go find a Bikram yoga place near you. You won’t regret it.
Nothing like coming back from a 9 day holiday for two days to unpack, do laundry, re-pack and then go back to the same country you just came from.
I am tanned, bitches.
I love it.
Except there’s something along the lines of Mt. Everest growing on my face. Curses.
…my dad, my boss and his girlfriend to go to Bikram yoga with me yesterday.
Don’t regret a thing.
I worked until 4 a.m., spent 10 hours on my feet and slept for four hours.
I went for a run.
It was sweaty, but it was really…easy. Smooth. Liberating.
I loved it.
Go for one right now, you won’t regret it.
The first hour is hell.
You’re thinking, “Why the fuck am I here? I’m paying for this?” and you swear to never come back, sweat streaming down into your eyes as you glare at the people around you and inwardly decide that they must all hate themselves and have no social lives to speak of.
And then you get out of the class room. You sit down, breathing in cool, fresh air and you relax. You take a shower, get dressed and walk out feeling incredible.
You drive home and realize you’re not too hungry, so you have a salad. Or a yogurt. And lots and lots of water.
And the next day, or maybe in two days, you’re back.
It’s a good addiction.
Because I’ve realized I’m much happier just checking my favourite blogs, doing whatever I want without the pressure of posting every day, trying to get new followers/whatever.