BY: JULIE LEPP
ILLUSTRATION: JASON DWYER
Fitness
REGULARS
NO SWEAT
REQUIRED!
FLEXING HER FITNESS FINESSE, ONE WOMAN FINDS HER HAPPY
PLACE AMIDST BOHO-BENDIES AND BACKDOOR TRUMPETS
Hot Yoga. What the
heck?! You can only attend
this yoga class if you are
a sexy, good looking sort?
Who’s the judge? Do you send
in an application? Does the
instructor give you the onceover and decide whether or
not you get the thumbs up? Or,
horrors of horrors, do the class
participants vote secretly?
Hot yoga is the hottest! All the
celebs are doing it - even the dude
celebs - so I really wanted to try it.
I quickly realized I’d need a full
makeover before signing up!
Definitely a pedicure was in order.
Hair cut and colored to remove the
greys because, as we all know, no
one’s hot with grey roots. A cute
new workout top for sure. And of
course, some buffing and sanding of
the face to give me a glow so I can
act like I do this all the time and fit
in with the hot yogis. To the spa!
With a serious dent in my Visa card,
a fresh rash from an unfortunate
allergy to the new skin products I
purchased, and my yoga mat tucked
under my arm, I entered the yoga
studio. A nice new yoga top was
securing my hooties, and I had a
jazzy blue pedicure and fresh roots.
What could possibly go wrong?
fall 2013 | wo magazine | 65