Today I went to a “namaste rosé” yoga and wine class. (No, autocorrect, I didn’t mean a “win class.”) I decided long ago that I don’t care what things are #basic if I actually like them, and I like both those things so… The practice was a little unorthodox but there were only 2 of us in class so it was pretty high quality. And afterwards, we had wine!
I wanted to squeeze in some cross-training beforehand because I missed spin earlier this week, so I went to a random class called Core Fusion Cardio. It was a lot of mountain climbers and punch/high knee/ squat combinations. The instructor talked SO quickly, like a female Harold Hill (or for you millennials/Gen Z-ers, a female Lafayette from “Hamilton”) that most of the time I had to watch everyone else to get the idea. But okay! My shoulders are going to be sore.
When I get home I’m going to throw open all the windows and figure out what to cook today.