Sheesh is this true or what?? Sometimes I think we just forget how simple a bit of exercise is and how far it can take us.
As I dragged my sore and tired booty out of bed at 5:30am this morning, I had to focus on that fact that the next hour of hot yoga was just ONE of the 24 hours that I am given each day.
I try to remind myself that each hour is precious, why would I not take just one for myself…
YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD UPDATE:
I just came across this awesome video on my favorite site The Hairpin.
Watch, learn and enjoy!
runyon. glorious runyon.
With carmageddon breathing down our necks, I bring you the second installment of explore your local, this one focusing on the ever daunting and perpetually, sickeningly easily avoidable exercise.
I hate to exercise. Ok, I don’t hate it, I actually really like it. I hate to elliptical mindlessly, I hate to stare at four grey/kinda sticky walls and an over jacked/tanned/beefed up man sweating at the free weights. I hate counting down the seconds until 45 minutes is up. So, I normally don’t.
My relationship with exercise was at it’s best when, surprisingly, I was abroad. I walked everywhere (sometimes with groceries…resistance training anyone?). And it was glorious.
So in the spirit if LA vie europa I must pick it up again. Carmageddon is the perfect kickstart/excuse to move my butt this weekend.
A few ways to exercise without knowing you’re doing it:
- literally run (or jog) some errands. Your thighs will thank you.
- walk around your own neighborhood. You never know who the house guests down the street are…
will & kate stayed right around the corner!!
- head to a nearby park for free yoga- it seems like almost ALL parks in LA have some form of free or donation yoga classes available on the weekends. Runyon Canyon is a favorite!
- antique/farmers market/other dorky pastime. Either way, you’re moving those legs!