The act of defending, or the state of being defended; protection, as from violence or danger.
*NOT what black shirt (in the middle) is doing.
i guess i had to comment at some point. no, sunday did not end well. but, it was a good game; an iu grad solidified the win for new orleans and despite what haters will say, the indianapolis colts left miami with their class intact. extra ring or not, i love me some colts and what will never change.
last sunday, while andrew had basketball practice, luke and i played a round of “pig.” suffice to say, it was the longest game of “pig” of mankind which was ever recorded. after we finished (and luke narrowly won), he shot around a bit by himself. after sucking so much playing with me, suddenly he couldn’t miss a shot. i guess i just bring out the best in my opponents.
let’s have a show of hands. who else received a letter from bill lynch this week? yeah, i’m guessing not too many. should you have remained an avid lover of all things iu sports-related, you too may have received your very own love letter from coach lynch, complete with your own piece of his gum. and bc i know you’re wondering, it’s “big red” flavored, what else would he chew?
i think we all remember the ill-fated day, which made gum-throwing famous. note: this is not the day for you to tell me that i’m a biased, ignorant hillbilly who cheers for a sucky team. i already got reamed for that on this post. oh and the comment from said lovely gentleman was deleted immediately. i don’t need haters up in here.
HOO HOO HOOSIERS!
last night i finally dragged my underworked, lazy-from-the-holidays bum back into the yoga studio. it was long overdue and amanda kicked my ass, leaving me unable to raise my shoulders today. thank you, chaturangas. anyway, that’s beside the point. i went to firehorse, armed with my new yogitoes towel santa my dad gave me. funny story, somehow the wires were crossed and i was blessed with not one, but THREE yogitoes towels for christmas. thanks to amazon screwing up, only one excess had to be returned.
back to the point: yogitoes towel=amazing, bordering on yoga-life changing. i got the one pictured above, from the chakra line and it’s beautiful. only i realized the pretty little gold chakra image was supposed to go at the top of my mat (all yogitoes towels are printed with a circle “dot” making the focus point) and i had it at the back. these thin, towel-like mats go over the top of your regular yoga mat and have patented non-skid bumps on the bottom so you don’t slide around. so personal confession: i suffer from sweaty hands and feet. i had a procedure which alleviated the sweating in my hands, but my feet still bother me. when do they bother me most? in yoga class, of course. so much so that i almost always wear socks. that is, until last night. these mats help IMMENSELY with that issue. i am so elated over this discovery.
yogitoes are available through many avenues and if you practice yoga on a regular basis, especially hot yoga, you need one. they’re a little pricey but totally worth it. just make sure you machine-wash several times before using to avoid color bleeding.
in an attempt to keep this post shorter than britney’s denim jorts, i’m going to make this as concentrated as possible: i’ve been practicing yoga for a while, mainly vinyasa classes here and other classes on my own via here.
while i find amanda’s vinyasa classes thoroughly challenging, the next step in my yoga journey, and the point of this post, happened last weekend: my first hot yoga class. since i moved back here i’ve been looking for an excuse to try the studio at hot yoga louisville. if you’ve been thinking about trying hot yoga, i hope you find my experience informative. i decided to try their hot fusion class (vinyasa class in a hot room) since i have found a love for vinyasa classes (fault #1). i underestimated how long it would take to get to the studio, so i arrived rushed and stressed (fault #2). the first thing i noticed when arriving to the studio was how beautiful, bright and clean it was. then i noticed how nice and inviting the instructors were. i was really nervous as this was such a big step into an incredibly challenging world, but i felt at ease as soon as i checked in. i just did a drop-in class, which was $15 and i found that totally reasonable, especially considering they have very clean (and very cold) showers for after class.
i grabbed two towels, my sigg and headed into the studio. holy hot desert, batman. 105 degrees, to be exact (i looked). i think i can honestly say that i’ve never been in such intense heat in my life. onward ho, i picked my spot and sat down. and sweat. i noticed everyone had water with ice (fault #3) and a vitamin water (fault #4). carrie came in, started her playlist (of CONTEMPORARY music, thank GOD) and began class much like a drill sargent, which i kind of liked. as soon as that happened, i knew i was done for. this class was not to be relaxing or time to think about rainbows and ponies, it was time to WORK. and SWEAT. during the hour and 15 minute class, i had to leave twice (fault #5), which after the 2nd exit i was informed i should stay in the room if possible bc my body needs to get used to the heat, much like getting used to altitude. i was amazed at how my muscles responded to the hot room. not only was i more flexible, my balance exceeded any other class i’ve done. i had to take plenty of child’s pose breaks, but i am very proud of myself for completing my first hot class.
it wasn’t until after i had showered and pulled my skinny jeans (impossible task when your body won’t stop sweating) back on that i realized i probably should have done a true bikram class first, before i challenged myself with a hot vinyasa class. bikram focuses on 26 set poses, while vinyasa is more of a cardio workout….in a 105 degree room. side note, while looking for some facts i stumbled upon a calorie counter site that informed me i burned approx 650 calories during my 75 minute class. wowzers.
ok so my reaction: i loved it. i sweated like i never have before and i felt AMAZING after. i felt amazing because of the practice as a whole, which left my body singing (and sore for 4 days) and i was so proud for myself for pushing my mind and body harder than i ever have. i spent that day and the next drinking more water and gatorade cocktails (half water/half gatorade) than a hung over college kid and also dealt with some very, very sore muscles.
meanwhile, however, my mom is saying hot yoga is bad for me, which lead me to do research to prove her wrong (what else do daughters do best?). there are pages upon pages of sites which mention the benefits of bikram yoga and a few that talk about the cons. most of the negative warnings come for people with pre-existing illnesses, duh. but i am a healthy, relatively in shape 26-year-old so i see zero reason i should stop. just some of the benefits are:
so with all that said (sorry, tried to keep it short), will/would i do it again? absofreakinglutely. i can’t wait to do it again. however, i will make a few adjustments: arrive earlier, bring a nalgene with ICE and a vitamin water, i’ll do bikram rather than vinyasa and i’ll stay in the room the entire class. oh and i’d love a yogitoes towel rather than a bath towel, as i was doing the slip and slide on my mat. and another warning, the one thing i DID do right was wear proper clothing, like that should come as a surprise. i wore simple, tight yoga shorts a tight yoga tank. two key words in that statement: tight and spandex. be appropriate, people.
this past weekend marked the annual ‘old oaken bucket” game at iu. that rivalrous (lexicon, much?) match up also meant it was the last game of the season, since iu can’t seem to ever win enough games to secure a bowl game. we had an awesome tailgate, which, for the boys, began at 9 a.m. we were so blessed for such an amazing day (when is the last time you walked around, mid november, in short sleeves?) with great food and even more great people. we just won’t talk about who won. for now, so-long iu football season. let’s hope for better luck next year.