
I always feel so healthy when I come to New York because it’s just so easy. You can find organic produce everywhere and not just Whole Foods, and similarly, you can find all sorts of activities good for the body and soul, if you so choose.
I’ll admit, I went to a yoga class at Go Yoga because a friend is a regular there, so it was easy for me to just join in. It’s not like something I would seek out on my own but perhaps it is something to keep in mind if you are so inclined.
There is only so much sightseeing I can stomach before I get bored and being part of a slice of Williamsburg life is more fascinating to me than a wax museum, for instance.
And it was an eye opener that women outside of Japan are okay with wearing tights to a yoga class. In Tokyo, women wear shorts or a short skirt over tights or a very long top that covers the bum when doing exercise. I suspect it has to do with being shy about exposing one’s crotch area, although technically it is covered up but you know what I mean.
Needless to say, I was the only one wearing shorts over my tights. Ah, the trials and tribulations of being an expat – you are constantly muddled over what it the “norm” or not.
Such a mundane detail aside, Vinyasa Yoga was just what the doctor ordered for my stiff running legs and harried soul. This yoga centre has a casual friendliness that I warmed to naturally and the class was vigorous in the sense that the muscle work felt intense with its long periods of just holding one challenging pose after another.