This past weekend was spent relaxing, organizing (at least how I organize), practicing yoga, running, seeing my favorite psychic, Astro Sandy, falling in love with a little 9-week-old puppy named Vito and celebrating being a Browns fan.
|Isn't he adorable?!?|
|baby brooklyn in a tutu and browns leggings; hostesses Erin and Jenny; food makes a party|
For the past few months, I've been getting up at what seems like the ass crack of dawn at 8 a.m. to join CleShopaholic bright and early for a hot yoga class at Inner Bliss. She started telling me about how "I-have-to-go-because-you-will-love-it-and-feel-so-amazing-after-sweating-your-ass-off-and-you-can-have-a-bagel-when-you-are-done."
After receiving multiple excited texts on Saturday mornings with, "Are you coming?!?," instead of snoozing my alarm, I took her up on her invite and I can honestly say it truly has changed my workout routine. But more importantly, it's amazing how taking that one hour a week can help shape and change the way you approach a problem at work, a disagreement with a friend, drama between friends or how to put a little negative commentary and tweeting into perspective.
My hour normally goes something like this:
Why did I get up for this?
Oh this isn't so bad, I'm glad I got up.
Jesus, why did I miss two weeks of class, I can barely hold myself up in this damn downward dog.
Do what with my right leg? I sooooooo don't look like a f*ing eagle. Thank god there isn't a mirror.
Breathe, keep breathing, in and out, in and out.
Hold a low plank - hahahahah. Not gonna happen, yoga instructor.
I swear I'm sweating more than I did when I ran a half marathon....
I hope my ass can look like hers after another month of this.
How DOES that girl do that headstand? One day. One day.
While I'm a total newbie to the practice, I drank the kool-aid yesterday and purchased a pair of lululemon tights and a new sports bra. The lululemon girls were incredibly helpful recommending what size to get, how certain ones will start to feel heavy when you run, etc, and pointing out sports bra that are best sellers and invited me to take one of the free classes offered on Sunday mornings from 10 a.m. to noon.
With a swipe of a credit card, I walked out of the store with a snazzy new pair of black wunder under pant and a run: engage bra in purple of course.
But let's talk about the best part - how AMAZING your ass looks when you slip into these pants and how appropriate the name fits these leggings. Please note - the sisterhood of the traveling pants has nothing on these ass changing tights. Nothing!
It's like magic - straight up witchcraft - when you pull on these pants in the enchanting dressing rooms at the store. Even the mirrors feel like they are playing tricks on you because I walked in with one set of legs and like a snap of a finger, my legs were transformed into sculpted ones instead. All of a sudden my quads looked more firm than ever and my calves, I'm not making this up people, actually looked like they were smaller and my ass could give J.Lo a run for her money.
Ok, maybe not a real run for her money but I could've bought three more pairs if they weren't $82 or more to have that behind every day. By adding these clothes to my closet, it has reaffirmed how my goal weight is only a few pounds away and buying these pants makes me want to run more than I am now and kick this upcoming half- marathon's ass in November.
So, if it costs $82 to kick my fitness and lifestyle change into high gear for real, so freaking be it.
Do you own lululemon? Are you a fan? Do you own the fact that you spent almost $100 on workout pants? I do and I'm OK with it.
Sidenote: After scoping out the men's section, I'd like the next guy I date to wear lululemon. No reason other than if those pants transform my behind then I would love to see what they can do for his. Ladies who are on the lookout for me, you know who you are, make that another question in addition to how tall is he and where does he live. Kthanksbye.