So I've been on a bit of an athletic kick lately. More like an, I finally found some workout clothes that hide my cellulite and I'm rejoicing by sweatin' to the oldies like a wildebeest, kick. Same difference.
Accordingly, I spent the majority of this weekend being active. It was awesome, but if I don't have a Brazilian model's butt by the time bikini season rolls around I might have a nervous breakdown. Kidding, sort of.
Last week was rough and by Friday afternoon I was in a craptastic mood. I needed some cheering up and some time for myself so I signed up for an hour and a half class at Back Bay Yoga. It was a Vinyasa class, was awesome and got me out of my funk.
I was happy to go to bed lighter because I woke up bright and early on Saturday morning for a winter adventure with my girlfriends from law school. We had decided to do something different and since none of us are great skiers and one of us (cough cough, me) has cadaver where her ACL should be, we opted for a more low key winter sport--snowshoeing. There's a cross country (aka Nordic) skiing and snowshoe track in Weston, aptly named the Weston Ski Track, which is only a few minutes outside of Boston. We piled into the car with enough gear for a weekend in the mountains and drove 15 minutes to a golf course covered in snow. Literally.
We snowshoed our way along the Coyote Trail, which was thankfully lacking in coyotes. Snowshoeing is a loud activity, with all of the crunching of snow, but we're a loud bunch and were able to catch up telling stories and laughing and likely annoying anyone who was out there for a peaceful day on the track. I also invented snowshoe yoga (patent pending).
By Saturday evening my legs were aching so I turned in early because Sunday was another early day of exercise!
I've posted about Sweetgreen Passport classes that my friend Lisa and I greedily sign up for every time a new one comes out. Sunday was no exception, as we joined 6 other people for a free yoga class at OMBE Yoga in Back Bay. I'd never been there and the class was great. The instructor helped me get into my first wheel pose, which was super exciting. Since then I've done it once in another class--go me! It turns out a wheel pose is just like those back bends we used to go in elementary school, just slower, because now we're old and things don't bend how they used to.
After class, Rachel, our Sweetgreen ambassador took us back to the restaurant for soup samples and embarrassing photos. Search Twitter for one of me looking souper (haha, get it?) awkward holding up soup for a picture.
I took advantage of being at Sweetgreen to have my first and last salad of the month. I keep trying but they're just not my thing--unless they're at Sweetgreen. I chowed down on the Chic P salad, which was amazeballs. Yes, this is what I look like while eating salad and why I'd never order one on a date. That, and because dudes like girls who eat burgers...and because I like burgers.
In continuation of my weekend of moving around, I walked to Cambridge for my intramural volleyball league then played 8 games of volleyball. My arms are bruised and my legs are sore but I think we won some games (apparently we keep score?). And now I'm beat.