Confessions Of A Hot Yogi: Trying To Be A Traveling Hot Yogi (Only Not)

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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.

Like this.

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And this.

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And this.

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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.

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And she took a picture of me doing this.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

I promise.

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