My perfect Saturday carried on after baking lemon chia scones with a trip to a new NEARBY (GASP!) yoga studio: Om Yoga. I got an insane Living Social deal for this studio: 20 classes for $20. Yes, please. I’m a little bit addicted to my current studio up in Charlotte, but I’m not so addicted to driving 1+ hour to make it happen. So I’m going to bask in the glory of this local gem for a while until I can justify the time (and money) involved in daily trips to the city.
It’s a lovely little studio. I attended the 11am Power Flow class with hopes it might rival Tanner’s infamous Saturday morning Superflow at Y2 Yoga. It didn’t, but I loved it just the same.
The best part? At the end of class the instructor asked if I was a dancer… or a gymnast. I tried not to laugh in her face, but it’s just so funny. I’m neither flexible nor terribly coordinated. But if 90 minutes of me feigning gracefulness leads people to believe that I have spent a lifetime floating around on my tippy toes, I won’t correct them. Who doesn’t want to be a ballerina?
Or maybe she was asking if I was a stripper? Hmmm…