Two little happy trees, preparing for what they thought would be an easy, breezy yoga class at Lululemon. Several curse words (so unyoga-like), a bucket of sweat and an hour later, the trees were sore down to the roots. Ha! See what happened there? Trees?...roots?...mmk.
This class single handedly re-jumpstarted my love of the sport/art of yoga.
|Tired, happy tree!|
And my love of Lululemon. Good heavens, what a store!
|Umm is this a joke?|
I might need these reversible leggings. (hi, mom!)
I must say, normally Sundays are spent lounging, vegging, moping, reading, napping...everything except physical activity. But I could definitely get used to a good yoga butt-kicking to start off the week, especially if always followed by caramel apples, hummus and fabulous, out-of-my-permanent-price-range activewear.