Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger - FOR REAL!

I have said before that I love my YMCA!!  It is so important to my well being; my mental, my spiritual & of course, physical well being.  BUT...this week it is kicking my @ss.  I spend most of my time in group exercise classes.  My YMCA provides Les Mills fitness classes to it's members.  These classes are all choreographed to music and taught by Les Mills certified instructors.  SO, these classes are no joke.

This past weekend there were a couple of new releases.  Les Mills does this every few months.  Holy moley!!  These have been the toughest releases I can remember for a while.  Every ounce of me is sore & they haven't even launched the new Body Flow & Body Combat yet.  UGH!! 

I am not going to let these new releases kick my butt for long!!  I have my Y Crew.  We cheer each other on all the time.  We notice when each other go above & beyond; & we are elated when each of us bust through our personal goals, almost like we did it ourselves.  It's a pretty cool feeling to have so many people have your back.  The Crew will all be kicking butt in no time!!  Every time we get through another class, we are stronger in EVERY sense of the word. 

For now, Advil is my best friend.

Beer muscles?

Beer muscles: a toughness or bravado one shows when aided by consuming many beers.

We all are familiar with the term "beer muscles".  We have often been witness to such acts of bravado or may be even have partaken in flexing those muscles.
Well, I have to admit, I think I have the same situation when I drink wine.  I may not want to beat people up, nope not at all. Here is where I my problem lies: I am going to confess, that when I drink 2 or more glasses of wine I think that I am super yoga/Pilate girl.  This, my friends, is a total non-truth, but I find myself "practicing" (or trying to practice) yoga.  This is not a recent occurrence.  I can remember being at parties and all of a sudden my friends and I are breaking out into a teaser and various other Pilate postures/exercises while playing drinking games.  All of us wondering why we were more then just hung over the next morning, but actually sore from working out...well, kind of working out. 
I am not sure what makes me think I can hold these poses when I am tippling because I have a hard enough time when I am in a flow class, but there I am in my living room in tree pose, or practicing Lola.  The Crane, seriously I have no business pursuing Mr. Bird Pose just yet, without killing myself that is.  It doesn't stop me from trying.

Maybe I am flirting with this insanity; and we ALL know that flirting comes much easier with a couple of drinks.  So I've heard. ;)

Comfy Clothes

I love when I come home from work and get into my comfy clothes.  There is nothing better!!!  I cannot be the only one who looks forward to sweat pants after 5 pm.  These days I hardly ever get to experience that. 

After work, I now change into my gym clothes, eat a quick snack and head out the door to the local YMCA.  I am addicted to the group exercise classes and am probably make an appearance 4 or 5 days a week.  I was spending too much time in sweat pants and started to not be able to fit into my normal pants.  That is bad business!!  In this economy I cannot afford a bigger (literally) wardrobe, so the YMCA it is. 

Don't fear, I still treat myself to comfy clothes, now it is just on Friday nights after a combat class or flow.  I visit the liquor store pick of a couple bottles of my favorite red wines and a tomato pie, pop in a selection from Netflix and ahhhhhh!!!  Comfy clothes, the perfect end of the week treat for the working, athletic woman.  After all, we deserve to be comfortable!  We have worked hard all week.  Time to relax.