I've been doing various versions of Yoga for almost 10 years now. It has done my heart and soul good, but over the years my practice has morphed into my own basterdized version for a several reasons. I find it very hard to drive 40-50 miles to have someone ask me to chant, visualize, or repeat "Namastay." I can't help it, when yoga starts feeling like a religion I start I've got to move on to a new instructor or a new studio.
A friend of a friend who was feeling the same way and did something about it. Today I received a copy of the Rescue Girl Yoga Deck. Her philosophy is just like mine, "Enlightenment is appealing, but what about more pressing issues, like headaches, hangovers, and jiggly butts?" The site is under construction, but the deck is delightful!
Recently I've found Bikram Yoga. Mike likes to call it, "Sweaty Yoga." On 60 Minutes they referred to it as "McYoga." Class lasts 1 1/2 hours in a room heated to about 105 degrees. I sweat out an average of 3 lbs per class. It consists of 26 poses done 2 times each. The routine never changes. It's kind of like drill instruction - my kind of Yoga. If you guys ever get to feeling you have "jiggly butt" look for a Bikram Studio or give a shout and I'll send you the Rescue Girl Yoga Deck.
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It wouldn't be California if we didn't have McYoga here. I think there are half a dozen of those hot yoga places within 20 minutes of us. Dara and Kyla took up Pilates down in Menlo Park for a while. I believe Pilates is Latin for "six pack." As far as I can tell they concentrate on building up your abs and calling it your "core." Kyla would come home refreshed. Dara just came home feeling worn out and looking forward to baking off the pain in the hot tub.
Come on, don't be ridiculous!!! That was acupuncture. What kind of nut cases do you think we are out here. And just for the record, we don't let the dogs in the hot tub either.
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