Hope everyone’s week is going well! I’m still on nights (worked Sunday night, last night, and again tonight) so my week has been a wash. I’m always in a haze when I work nights which means I talk to no one, get nothing productive accomplish, and complain a lot. The shifts have been fine, even enjoyable, but it’s just tough living my non-work life when my life revolves around my work. When working nights I’m always thinking about how much I have to do, how I have no energy to do it, how I should work out but can’t get out of bed, how I should get up early to make plans, I wonder when I should nap, what I should eat….yada yada yada…..
ANYWAYS, let’s talk about yoga! My roommate Christina goes to hot yoga every Friday. It’s kind of funny because she literally said “I don’t go for like the spiritual stuff or whatever, it’s just good exercise.” I’ve always loved yoga, but have never been dedicated enough to go consistently. I love that it is good exercise, especially since it uses your body weight so it is a good strength training option for me since I don’t like lifting. I also notice a major shift in my anxiety and stress level post-yoga.
There is a yoga studio near me, CorePower Yoga, that I had seen but never really heard anything about. Christina actually mentioned checking it out but I got to it before her. The studio is next to a wicked sketchy movie theater where I have been told I have a nice ass before. (Didn’t hate it..) So, it was a pleasant surprise to walk into the most beautiful yoga studio I’ve even been to. It felt more like a spa. I walked in expecting to pay for a drop-in class but when I said I had never been there before after they asked, they told me I had a week of free yoga. Score! I was given a tour of their lounge area, locker rooms and showers which were all so beautiful.
When I walked into the actual studio I had a minor panic attack. I don’t know what I was expecting signing up for a Hot Fusion class, but I IMMEDIATELY started sweating in places I didn’t know you could sweat from. Your shins sweat, did you know that?! I threw my mat on the ground and sat down out of fear I would fall over. I gave myself a mini pep-talk and talked myself into just doin’ it and staying. (My dad has a shirt my sister, Kerry, gave him that says “Just Do It.” It’s white and purple and hilarious. He loves it.) I realized I made the right decision to stay when the instructor dedicated the class to change. I have been making a couple big decisions in my life and change is a really big thing for me right now, so I really felt validated starting the class. The class was at a moderate pace and I realized that this wasn’t necessarily for beginners pretty early on. What I mean by that is the instructor said the pose we were supposed to do and then I had to look around to see what everyone else was doing and follow their lead. However, I was a little impressed with myself that the little yogi in me remembered a thing or two. I was also surprised how damn good it felt to sweat like crazy. Usually I can be self conscious about that kind of stuff, but instead I was just loving it. And everyone else around me was in the same boat. The instructor was so awesome and friendly. She gave us options throughout the class and I didn’t feel lost.
I ended up going to another Hot Fusion class and a CPY1 class in my free week. At CorePower Yoga, their goal is to offer a workout centered around yoga but they also focus on core work and strength training. I didn’t go to any of the Sculpt classes, mostly since I’m not in quite enough shape for that yet, but they sound like a solid workout. I’m looking into checking out Class Pass soon though and am so pumped that CorePower is on their studio list! It is my favorite yoga studio by far between the heat, the approachable instructors, and the facility!
(I will never stop posting pictures of dogs doing yoga or silly things. Get used to it.)
And now, an addendum to my running story. I can’t believe I didn’t include this…
Last fall, I got out of work early and decided it was the perfect day for a run. I slid on my favorite running clothes, turned up my Maroon 5 playlist and off I went. When I started running, I felt awesome and I could go forever.
Fast forward 5 minutes. I could not have been more than a half mile away from my apartment. When I run, I don’t pay attention…it’s a real bad habit. And this particular day, it came to bite me in the butt. I didn’t notice the side walk was raised a little bit and totally ate it. I immediately looked around to see if anyone saw and I realized there were about ten people waiting at a red light, all staring at me. I hopped up only to notice both my knees were bleeding. Ugh. I thought I could run home to get cleaned up but after two steps I almost fell down again because it hurt so bad. I walked home, with my head hung low, and started to tear up. (I’m a wuss.) Some woman on the street stopped me to ask me if I knew me knees were bleeding. I sent her daggers from my eyes and sassily told her “Um, yeah, I know they’re bleeding.”
When I finally made it home I sat down on our bench to assess the damage. I was so upset Mon was at work because I really could have used a nurse. My knees were skinned but I was more freaked out that my left knee looked more swollen and my knee cap looked like it was in the wrong place. I FLIPPED OUT and sent G this picture:
Next, I sat on the edge on my bathtub to rinse the clotting blood off my legs (gross, I know, sorry.) Then I realized I couldn’t bend my leg and FLIPPED OUT again. This time I called my mom. I was crying so hysterically that all I could get out was “I’m in the tub. There’s blood everywhere.” With that my mom handed my dad the phone. “Courtney, stop crying. Where are you? What happened?” I was able to babel that I fell running, and my leg was bleeding, and it hurt.
Since my parents are really solid people, they drove into the city in rush hour. I sat on my couch with my knee wrapped in a dish towel and cried to Gordon on the phone while I waited for them. When my parents picked me up my dad helped me limp to the car and told me he would take me to whatever hospital I wanted – Brigham, MGH, BI – I told him it really wasn’t a big deal and we didn’t need to wait for hours. We went to Somerville Hospital up the street. I had to check myself in. (Wait up, I just remembered that my mom had broken her shoulder and had major surgery like a month before this happened. She’s such a freaking trooper when it comes to putting up with me.)
Anyways, when I checked myself in, I vividly remember this little girl with a hurt arm staring at me like I was a total loser. She was so mean. (I think she was like four…) So after a hot doctor told me how me he did the same thing once but threw himself in a bush, and a pregnancy test, and an X-ray, I learned I just had two skinned knees. The nurse asked me if I would be able to handle the “dressing changes” (antibiotic ointment and glorified band-aids) and I had to admit that I was a nurse. So embarrassing. After that my parent’s took me to CVS to buy ice packs and Ben&Jerry’s and we ate pizza at my apartment. They also had to hold my hand when I called out of work because I was so afraid of getting in trouble/being made fun of. They asked me if I wanted to stay at their house about a thousand times until I was able to convince them that I would be alright. (I will never ever be able to live without them.) I lived to tell the tale.
Anyways, that’s my dramatic and embarrassing running story and how I took the most expensive (negative) pregnancy test ever. I didn’t do it justice, but get some tequila shots in me and ask me to tell it in person….I promise it’s better.