Dear Joe Walsh, I was in yoga the other day, minding my own business, trying to stretch my hamstrings without dislocating anything, when the unthinkable happened. It started out fine—AC was on (a rare gift from the yoga gods), the new instructor was fantastic, the playlist was solid. She played “Come Undone” by Duran Duran... Continue Reading →
HEATED Yoga – not for the Perimenopausal
I hoisted my hips up and back for my 419th downward dog during the first 15 minutes of my second-ever heated yoga session. This session was my first ever in Arizona, where the outside temperature was slightly warmer than Satan’s gooch. It was also my first session since making the transition from chilly Lisa to... Continue Reading →