don't (or do) sweat it.

so now that it's summer and i have time to reflect, i've decided that my life is a bit rote. as an interesting person, i'm sorta rusty, and that kind of annoys me. so i'm trying to get more interesting and interested in new things. included in that is my determination to explore nyc and be able to actually comment on restaurants/exhibits/events that happen in this city, since i really do live here. this week i will be updating you with some of my other new interests. here we go:

thing 1: yoga!

i'm a pseudo-gym rat. i hate running outside, i'm too scared to bike on the streets of manhattan, and it's too hot to walk all the way over to Central Park. read: i'm laaazy. i have to be pushed into exercising by threat of personal injury--i'll run if i know otherwise i will going to fall of the treadmill; i'll lift weights if i know a trainer is going to taunt and/or hit me if i wimp out. but once i'm working out i get in the zone. so i was a bit hesitant to try yoga because it seemed all stretchy and gentle.

right.

tonight i went to a bikram yoga class and i think i sweat out 70% of my body weight. it was hot. literally. and figuratively. i think it helps that i'm a pretty stretchy person, but that was insane. as the class ended i was already looking forward to going to the one tomorrow. this was especially awesome for me, because it's a workout that encourages sweat. i hate going to the gym and seeing those girls with the perfectly coiffed hair and snazzy expensive workout clothes that they never sweat through. that's not really how i do things. i'm a sweats and t-shirt kinda girl, and i'm not really a pretty sight when i'm done working out. which seems to be the ENTIRE point of hot yoga. so, consider me hooked.