Hi there. First of all, thank you for your overwhelming support after yesterday’s post. I hoped it might give some people comfort who are going through the same thing, but I didn’t expect to receive so many messages from people that made me feel better. Apparently it’s normal to question a major life choice during this weird transition time, and everyone encouraged me to throw myself in to things that make me uncomfortable with a largely “fake it until you make it” attitude. All solid words of wisdom, friends. So I’ve committed to attending my new yoga studio’s party this weekend, where I will know no one, but I’m hoping to make friends. Yep, sounds kind of pathetic but that’s the reality.
When I look back on my first few weeks in LA, I’ll remember a lot of things. I’ll remember navigating this new-to-me feeling of homesickness, discovering new local coffee shops every day, a lot of cooking, and a lot of yoga. Let’s talk about the yoga today. Any long time readers know that before I started training to qualify for the Boston Marathon, I volunteered at a yoga studio once a week in exchange for a free class. I only practiced for a grand total of 60 minutes per week, but I made the most of that hour and looked forward to it after tough stadium days. Eventually I had to sacrifice my Thursday morning shift in exchange for tempo runs, and my practice disappeared. I hated paying for classes and came up with too many excuses for my absence. Many of the runners I admire most are yogis, and I know how well yoga complements running, but I still couldn’t get myself to my mat. Not to mention one of my very best friends is a yoga instructor. One of the goals I set moving out west was to find different communities in addition to November Project and in the same light, recommit to a regular yoga practice.
Well unemployment leaves you a lot of free time and luckily LA is a city with yoga studios on every corner. I’ve practiced nearly every day the last two weeks, whether that’s been at home doing online videos or developing my own sequences, attending Roga, or experimenting with studios. I signed up for a free week trial at CorePower and went five times between the Hollywood and Wilshire studios. I hadn’t been to a class that hot since I got hooked on Bikram during college, but other than that I found most of the classes to follow a fairly standard vinyasa flow. Each class was nearly identical to the next, despite being led by different teachers with slightly different music. I know this is CorePower’s corporate model, but I wished the teachers injected a little more personality and variety to their classes.
After that trial ended, I signed up for a month unlimited at another studio near my neighborhood called One Down Dog. I attended my first class today and cannot wait to go back. As soon as I walked in I felt the tight knit community vibe I’ve been seeking, and the flow class today with Molly was exactly what I needed. She clearly knew her stuff and made subtle adjustments that had my muscles shaking. I also appreciated not sweating out my body weight and playing catch up with dehydration the rest of the day. I’ll do a more thorough review a few weeks in to my membership but my first impression was nothing but positive.
Also, I’m obsessed with their logo. Important things to consider when you’re going to see it every day. Anyways, when I sat down to write this post I had another topic in mind completely but yoga just came to my finger tips. I’m also not running this week because of some calf and hamstring pains so I’m especially grateful for anything that keeps me moving. My body is already craving yoga, and it’s become the closest thing to therapy I have as I’m building my new life out here. I can talk about the mental benefits alone another time. I’m unreasonably tired so time to call it a night. Have a good one, friends!