Today I learned that although I may be able to push pumps that are heavier than me around a winery, run countless miles, and lift a decent amount of weight at the gym, I am only as strong as my weakest leg. That would be my left one.
Welcome back to the world of yoga and pilates. The last time I did either of these two classes seriously was during college. We used to go every Wednesday night before 10 cent wings and 25 cents beers at Brother's. I remember the first class--my legs were wobbly, and I could barely touch my toes. Fast forward six months later and I was a human pretzel.
Today I took a yoga pilates class (a blend of the two) at the gym and was reminded how out of shape I really am. My flexibility is so so, but I can barely balance on one leg. There are ropes and blocks and all these fancy gadgets now too. I made it through and am looking forward to my next attempt. Now I know how one of my close friends felt at her first yoga class. She even kung-fu kicked someone in the head behind her.
I WAS BORN WITH A SUITCASE IN MY HAND: ADVENTURES AROUND THE WORLD Becky Rochester would gladly live out of a suitcase if it meant she could see the world, and that is what she did and continues to do today. She has lived in WI, IL, PA, CA, OR, New Zealand and Australia. Working in different wineries and vineyards and now a brewery, she lives life to the fullest. Sometimes following her heart instead of her head put her in some difficult situations, but she wouldn't change a thing.
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