OK, I’LL ADMIT IT.
I imagined myself being one of those people who actually works out while they travel.
You know, going for runs in the early A.M., and doing dead-lifts at the crack of dawn, and planks in random places.
Yup, I was totally going to be one those people. Or, you know, at least go to a hot yoga class and feel kind of physically accomplished.
Yup, I was totally going to be a traveling hot yogi.
When I found out there was a Corepower Yoga in both Portland and Seattle, I promised myself that I would check out a location in both cities. Because that’s what a hot yogi does, right?
In fact, I was so excited, I envisioned myself practicing hot yoga each day while in Portland. And I packed my suitcase with stretchy, comfy pants and tanks. And, although I wore most of these stretchy, comfy pants and tanks, I didn’t wear most of them while doing hot yoga.
I used them for hiking.
And as pajamas.
And, you know, to walk around.
Because, you guys, even when I’m traveling, I find that real pants are too much of a hassle. I mean, of course, I packed real pants. Jeez. What kind of a person do you think I am?
I packed two whole pairs, in fact! And I wore them, too!
But if given the option to wear real pants or yoga / stretchy, comfy pants, guess which one I’m going to choose?
And since I was going to do all of this hot yoga, I brought a travel size detergent packet with me because I was totally going to be one of those people who does laundry while they travel. Only I kind of hate doing laundry and since I only did hot yoga once, I figured I was good. Plus I bought extra, extra underwear with me just in case I had that OMG-I-don’t-want-to-do-laundry-feeling. And, not to state the obvious, but I totally had that feeling.
And, besides, I really didn’t have time for hot yoga. I mean I love me some hot yoga and everything, but I had things to do and see.
The first day of arriving in Portland, I was exhausted from worrying all night about traveling alone, and then I stalked my friend, Katie, for a little bit after arriving because she was there for a couple of days while I was there.
And we did this.
And she took a picture of me doing this.
Only she was kind of on her trip with another friend so I couldn’t stalk her that much.
Then the second day, I went hiking on Mount St. Helens.
And, well, that was exercising enough if you ask me.
Then finally, on the third day, I dragged myself to a hot yoga class. Only it wasn’t like I imagined it would be. I didn’t get the Chicago feeling. Maybe because I was Portland. It was still a good class but I think the Chicago locations have spoiled me.
Then I went a restaurant next door and ate.
Then ate some more the rest of the week. I ate. Then I ate. And when I thought I was done, I ate some more.
Yup, I totally wanted to be a traveling hot yogi, but once I got to Seattle, I had so little time in the beautiful city, I didn’t even give Seattle’s hot yoga a chance. I’m sure I would have loved it if I had.
Oh well. Next time I will totally be a traveling hot yogi.