After approximately one year of coercion, Anne has finally convinced me to cash in on my free week of yoga from Corepower; obviously in the hopes that I will fall downward dog en amour and start swapping my cuss-strewn 5PM commute for pigeon poses and $100 spandex
In an effort to combat my aforementioned nonchalance, I have been making an effort to “try new things” and perhaps sprinkle some chia seeds into my all-too-rigid routine. On Sunday night, Anne took me to “Naptime Yoga,” a peaceful seventy-five minutes of stretches, poses, and the promise of small plates at Navarre afterwards (which will be pictured at the end of the post).
I could really get into this– I thought; so of course Anne was able to convince me to take advantage of my new one week free by doing “H2” aka Heated Yoga after work on Monday.
Sure why not? Try everything once.
A few things worth noting: I despise feeling sweaty, hot, or being surrounded by hot sweaty people…unless it’s in a sauna, because I love saunas and my ancestors invented them; other than that I would much rather be slathering YSL lotion to cover up my goosebumps– so here it is; the aftermath of the thoughts that occurred to me between 5:30-6:45 PM during my first and perhaps not last hot power yoga session:
1) Hot Yoga sounds sexy in concept just not in practise…
2) Can you sweat perfume? Has someone invented sweat implants yet where you can customise the sweat scent? Imagine how much better of a world we would live in if you can sweat sweetly! Oh and Gilt City can even sell sweat implant vouchers and we’ll get complaints about receiving the wrong scents. But wait…would that screw up with our pheromones and thus reproduction and thus humanity? Would it be how birth control usage has been a potential variable in regard to an increase in divorce rates?
3) Is Hot Yoga an Orientalist attempt to imitate the weather conditions in India? If so, feels ridiculously accurate
4) I am so unfit.
5) I wonder how many calories I’ve burned…I wonder if I’ve burned off those chocolate covered nuts?
6) What should I eat for dinner? My organic New Seasons Meatloaf or fried eggs on crumpets? No, I’m doing yoga, I need to have something virtuous like a kale salad with tahini dressing…but that would mean needing to stop at the grocery store and there is no way my hair can be seen in public looking like this. There’s also greek yoghurt? Oh wait…that’s right those beezies at Safeway sold me expired yoghurt! Meatloaf with a spinach salad and my new Rogue Creamery Oregonzola cheese? Yes yes yes.
7) Wait seriously. Is everyone going to judge me if I just lie down or go into child’s pose. I seriously might pass out. No really, I’m dizzy and my thighs are shaking.
8) Isn’t sweating good for your pores?
9) Every single chick in here is wearing Lululemon! I am in a room of sweaty, gross people, and at least $10,000 worth of spandex
10) I bet this instructor eats at Prasad. And owns a juicer. And has a boyfriend named Mike or Scott who is at Buffalo Wild Wings watching the Lakers game
11) I should wear a pencil skirt tomorrow
12) That felt nice.Can I just do this lying down pigeon pose thing forever? Or at least until 6:45?
13) Wait…speaking of, WHY IS THERE NO CLOCK IN HERE?!
14) You know what; I don’t care how gross I look. This is liberating. Pain, anguish, discomfort, and suffering are merely a state of mind, right?
15) All these people are pronouncing Namaste wrong, but whatever NAMASTE HOMIES I’m going home and have a date with my ice cold bubble bath.
And as promised at the beginning of this post, a review on my Post-Naptime Yoga Sunday night supper at Navarre on NE 28th and Burnside:
Anne had been famished post yoga since whereas I was in the mood for something light since I had an epic New Seasons sandwich for lunch earlier in the day. Therefore, we decided small plates would be the best option. The menu at Navarre is composed of a variety of small and large plates meant to be shared amongst the table and you simply check the boxes on the list to indicate your order preferences and then submit it to your maitre d’. Of course, there were far too many unique and delicious sounding options so we ended up selecting several of the most tantalising options:
Alright, so this was our least favourite…sort of tasted like a gentrified hashbrown
For someone who is not all that into crab, these crab cakes were delicious- perfectly moist yet “cakey” in texture without having a tinge of fishiness. As for the jam, I am still undecided on my feelings- it was a tad acidic yet sort of bitter; a contrast to the cakes but still an acquired set of flavours to the palate
I REALLY enjoyed this salad- both the flavours and the crunchy texture! The sweetness of the Asian Pear meshed nicely with the subtlety of the parnsip and umami/saltiness of the parmesan; a winner in my book of unconventional salads
Succulent, slip-off-the-bone chicken braised with garlic. Enough said.
This was so rich and luxurious that it made my Hermes foulard carré feel cheap. Anne and I agreed that this little piece of heaven on toast was our favourite of the plates; so incredibly soft, buttery, and generous that anymore than a half sliver of toast feels like an overindulgence
For our first dessert, we selected the almond cake- a dense block of almondy glory topped with a thick paste of ganache. Very intense; in fact I only needed one bite to solidify my fullness
Dessert #2: I adored this; it was light and fluffy and just my type of a nightcap. Plus it was made with yoghurt.
Navarre is somewhere I would most definitely come back to; it has a very bougie Portland vibe, especially given it’s neighbourhood and concept, but the flavours and textures are a well executed Southern Comfort/Northwest Seasonal fusion. Plus the staff is awesome and I want those little cumin foie gras toasts to be catered at my wedding.
What’s your opinion on Foie Gras?
Do you do Hot Power Yoga/Bikram? Has your perception of it changed over time?
Any tips for someone new to Yoga?