Nashville Fitness Crawl!
Earlier last month we partnered with our friends at lululemon at the Hill Center to host the inaugural Nashville Fitness Crawl. What is a fitness crawl, you ask? It's just like a bar crawl, but instead killing your liver by hopping from pub to pub, you hit different fitness studios around town. We invited all of you to join because we have so many great fitness options around town, and sometimes it's intimidating to try a new studio or class. The Fitness Crawl gave everyone the chance to try multiple classes out -- FREE! How's that for some swimsuit season motivation?
I was particulary excited for the crawl. I love working out (no really, I do! Almost as much as I love eating cupcakes!), but I tend to get in a workout rut: run, yoga, run, run, yoga, etc. I needed to get out of my usual zone, and this crawl was the perfect opportunity.
Our first stop on the crawl was Yoga Country in Brentwood. The studio, which will soon be expanding, is located near the Old Hickory exit off 65 and is a great stop on the way home from work, especially for you commuters out there. The relaxing, deep and stretchy session, held in a warmer room, gave everyone the energy to take on the upcoming week. The room was packed with attendees, so we knew we had an exciting week ahead!
On day two we hit Krank in Green Hills. I have to admit, I was a little intimidated, as I'm not big on spinning. Luckily, the spinning class filled up immediately, so I thought I was off the hook. Nope. Since so many people showed up, they let us join the Krank class, a high-energy workout comprised of repeated drills using props such as TRX and sandbags. I had eyed TRX at the gym before, wondering how those giant bungee things worked, and I can tell you, it is tough. You use your own body weight as resistance to perform excerises such as jumping jacks and -- everyone's favorite yoga pose -- crow. The class whizzed by in an instant and I loved the interactive, motivating feel of it. I can't wait to go back. When my abs stop aching, that is.
Day three brought us two classes at the lovely Steadfast and True yoga studio, just off Music Row in the adorable Edgehill Village area. The midday class was a wonderful "Happy Hour" vinyasa flow with owner and yoga instructor extraordinnaire, Gillian St. Clair. By this point, I was noticing how many familiar faces were in the crowded room -- this crawl had legs!! That evening, I returned for Brent Coleman's yin yoga class, another wonderful, restorative practice that was a nice contrast from the earlier class. By day three (and class four!) of the crawl, I needed some restoration.
On Thursday morning I wanted to throw my iPhone out the window when my alarm went off at 5:15 am (did I mention that I moved the day before? And took two yoga classes? Where is my trophy?). But, duty calls, even when the sun isn't up yet. I fought the urge to hit snooze and went to the 6 am Adventure Boot Camp class held on the tennis court at Lipscomb. The term "boot camp" may terrify the average person, but I was really excited for this particular challenge. Until I saw the hula hoops. I hate hula hoops. But let's backtrack.
Our instructor, Josh Allen, split us into groups of four, and we traversed around the court, doing circuits for two minutes. These circuits included jumping rope (not as easy as it was in grade school, people), running with resistance (and by resistance, I mean another person, pulling you back with a giant resistance band), and the aforementioned evil hula hoops. The class ended with a "plank relay race," in which each team got down in yoga planks and raced across the width of the court ... twice. Can I just point out that my team won? I guess I just did. I will be back to defend my title.
As if 6 am boot camp wasn't brutal enough, we had a Pure Barre class that evening in Green Hills. I have never seen a barre class so packed, but we fit everyone in and had a truly effective workout. My friend Katie joined me, and we purposely lurked in the corner so we could hide our grimaces of pain from the rest of the class and the instructor. Barre may not be nice, but it gets the job done.
You'd think I would have been totally over it by Friday, but I couldn't wait to visit Sanctuary in the Gulch for our final class. We had a great crowd -- especially for a Friday night! Way to prioritize, ladies and gentlemen! -- and a wonderful class led by owner Daphne Larkin. After class, we had a celebratory party, rewarding all of our hard work with some appetizers and wine. (I mean, what's the point of all of this working out if we can't enjoy some appetizers and wine?) Lululemon gave an outfit to one of our particpants who attended class every day, and we all promised to do this again soon.
I'm ready -- who's with me??
Photos by Michael W. Bunch
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