Sunday Runday: Hoppy Yoga

I know this is usually my space for running, but sometimes I do things other than run.  Just not as frequently as I used to.  Think of this as...cross-training.

Before I left my last job, a couple of the girls and I started hanging out outside of work.  One of the adventures we had discussed was something that seemed to embody San Diego - "Hoppy Yoga."  Because it doesn't get more San Diego than yoga and beer.  A lot of the breweries around town do this, hosting a yoga class followed by a "beer social."  We discussed different dates and options, and made plans for last Sunday.

This was a great wrap up of my first week at a new job, getting to see my old friends again.  We met at Culture Brewing Company in Ocean Beach before they opened for the day.

We spread out our mats and Katie, from the Hoppy Yoga group, led our class.  It's been a couple months since I've taken a yoga class, but I swear it comes back to you quickly.  And this seemed to work for pretty much every skill level - although as usual, the chaturanga separates the wheat from the chaff.  And I'm all chaff over here.

The class was a little longer than an hour, and after we were given tickets to redeem for a pint of beer. Everyone seemed to gravitate toward the pinker beers.  Strawberry blondes were the favorite, although my tart cherry wit was pretty pink too.

One of the things I really liked about this whole concept is that it encourages you to stick around after the yoga class.  I discussed with my friends the fact that if we had just taken a yoga class, we'd probably all go all separate ways after it was over.  Instead we sat around, talking and laughing, comparing when we had our first tastes of beer.  And then after we walked around exploring the neighborhood.  So good class, good beer, good friends?  It's the trinity of fitness.