It’s no secret I enjoy exercise. As an anxious, spirited, bundle of energy, I turn to running to expend all that aforementioned energy and to yoga to calm my nerves and improve my clarity and focus. I’ve been practicing yoga for nearly a decade and am also a certified yogalates instructor. Some people scoff at the yogi and granola crowd, but yoga truly is a truly beneficial part of any health regimen for folks of all fitness levels and lifestyles.
Operating under this belief, last Saturday morning I found myself standing on one leg, desperately dehydrated and nauseous, and shaking violently. It was a blissfully beautiful day: 70 degrees and breezy in the early morning sun on the roof of the luxurious Graham Hotel overlooking Georgetown. Everyone around me was down-dogging, up-dogging, savasaning, and sun-saluting with joy and pleasure—and all I could think about is how I wanted to die.
Because, my goodness, the boozy milkshakes at Satellite Room are delicious at midnight on a Friday but not so wonderful the next morning.
Adeoye, an emphatic, zenned-out, and impossibly svelte African man, and his energy carried me through the class. The positive, genuine, yogi imbues his classes with elements of African tribal dance and instructs in a calm-yet-engaging manner.
As I balanced in crow pose, Adeoye called “Yeah, Yeah?”
“Yeah! Yeah!” the yogis responded happily.
“Yeah. Yeah.” I mumbled, half upside-down and out-of-breath, “Get me to the mimosas,” I added silently.
After a truly blissful yoga class, I lay in shavasana, final resting pose, with the sun shining down upon me.
As we concluded, I opened my eyes, turned to the bar, and immediately spotted a glorious row of fresh-squeezed juices and bottles of bubbly. Ah, this is a blissful morning indeed.
The yogis queued up for a light continental breakfast of fresh fruit, yogurt, granola from neighboring Baked & Wired, and fresh pastries. The brunch cocktails were bottomless for two hours, allowing you to concoct a beverage of your choice from carrot, pear, mango, orange, grapefruit, and papaya juices.
The food was light and delicious and hit the spot. The fresh fruit included strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, cantaloupe, and honeydew, and was paired with honey and fresh Greek yogurt.
The pastries were moist, warm, and recently out of the oven. They had my favorite, almond croissants, and I refrained from taking a second.
The morning dubbed “Sun.Stretch.Sip” was planned in partnership with Core Power Yoga, Lululemon Georgetown, and The Graham. The cost of the morning is $44, inclusive of the yoga class, breakfast, brunch cocktails, tax, and gratuity.
It’s a spectacular way to spend the morning with some girlfriends, or by yourself, as everyone sat together and made new friends. So friendly, those yogis.
The last Sun.Stretch.Sip of the summer is tomorrow, Saturday, August 31. The class only has 20 spots, so snag your reservation early by e-mailing firstname.lastname@example.org.
It’s great collaboration between local Georgetown businesses, including a nod to Baked & Wired, and I can only hope they will extend these blissful mornings into the fall.
The Bitches say: A. A feel-good challenging yoga class followed by high-quality light bites and bottomless bubbly cocktails. I can hardly think of anything better.
Learn more about Core Power Yoga and check out their Sculpt class, which is heated yoga with weights.
Core Power Yoga Georgetown
1055 Thomas Jefferson St.
The Graham Georgetown
1075 Thomas Jefferson St.