We rode. We yoga’d.


So, we hit the woods one last time before snow falls and it was so fun (and warmer) that we didn’t do any road riding. And what’s better, after punishing the body with climb after climb, than some stretching.

Ahh.

Seriously.

I officially give Angela, our instructor for the “open house” class we took, two very-relaxed-and-fully-aware thumbs up. Since I have like no experience at such activity, she was gracious enough to do a very introductory workout for me and like 27 other people. It was a full class, but it didn’t affect my experience. There’s something so stereotypically cheesy about yoga (vegetarian, hippy cult-ish), but also something incredibly self-appreciating (I’m nodding my head as I write this).

Inhale. Exhale.