<div class="mceTemp"><dl id="attachment_435" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px;"><dt class="wp-caption-dt"><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P91601661.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-435" title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P91601661-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd">Just another day in paradise</dd></dl>Some of you asked me on Wednesday, "So what was your Day 1 adventure?"  My reply is, "Launching a big girl blog!"

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<div class="mceTemp">If you snuck a peek at my <strong><a href="http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com" target="_blank">old blog,</a></strong>you probably noticed that I've come a loooooong way, baby!  Wahoo!  Thanks to everyone for your support and well wishes these past few days.  Your response has been the best birthday present that a Late Bloomer could ask for. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">On Day 2 I actually left my house for a Zen adventure. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">My precious and darling friend, Corinnie (her name is Corinne, but I address most of my friends by silly nicknames), invited me to a Summer Sunset Yoga class at the Montelucia Resort which is a divine escape, let me tell you, dahlings.  I have always wanted to take a yoga class outside in nature, so I was over-the-moon about this all day.</div>
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<div class="mceTemp">Class was scheduled for 6:30 which meant I had to zip out of the cubicle jungle, haul my cookies across town, and -- horror of all horrors -- skip dinner.  When you are raised in a neurotic Portuguese family whose obsession with food is second only to the Italians, skipping dinner is a very, very big deal.  To prepare for this trauma, I downed a disgusting protein shake two hours before class so I wouldn't pass out and embarrass myself in front of fellow classmates and poolside patrons of the resort. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">The first thing I noticed upon our arrival was all the MEN!  Not because I am more than a little boy crazy (guilty as charged), but because I am used to seeing only women at yoga classes in the suburbs.  I could get used to this. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">I suppose that I was a little discombobulated by the "scenery" because when I excused myself for a quickie pre-class trip to the loo, I unknowingly barged into the men's restroom, and yes, there was a guy at the urinal.  After my initial shock, I broke out into the giggles and ran to the women's room.  </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">Returning to my mat, it dawned on me:  Even though I have always sworn that I will NEVER take a Bikram/Hot yoga class because I will probably yak and faint and die from the heat, here I was taking a sunset yoga class in 103°.  Essentially, I was in an outdoor Bikram/Hot yoga class. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">Luckily, a distraction in the way of a shirtless young thang parked his mat right next to mine. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">Heat schmeat.  What's a little heat when you can focus on the moon above, the mountains ahead, and a perfectly sculpted physique beside you?  Heat schmeat indeed...</div>
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<div class="mceTemp">Other than sunscreen-laced sweat rolling down my face and into my eyes, and my hair frizzing into a poodle poof, and the onset of dehydration, I was fine. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">There was also a minor B.O. issue which I swear was me because I first noticed it while in downward dog where my nose was alarmingly close to my armpit.  However, Corinnie-cakes later assured me that it had to be her because she's on a Tom's of Maine deodorant kick, and we all know that "natural" deodorants are a joke. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">Whew!</div>
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<div class="mceTemp">I have to hand it to the Bikram peeps though.  The heat really does make you more limber.  I was able to get into poses that I have never been able to pretzel myself into previously.</div>
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<div class="mceTemp">And since this was an urban crowd, the music was so hip that I when I closed my eyes I thought that I was in a Scottsdale nightclub.  Class ended with a Chris Isaak "Wicked Game" techno/trance mix.</div>
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<div class="mceTemp">This just further distracted me because a. it was weird (I am a purist) and b. whenever I hear "Wicked Game" I think of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKHaBTjxgjc&amp;feature=related" target="_blank"><strong>video</strong> </a>which has to be the sexiest video of all time.  Sigh...  I suppose there could be worse distractions that fantasizing about tantric yoga with Chris Isaak. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">Overall, the class rocked.  If you are yogically inclined, get thee to a Sunset Yoga class near you. </div>
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<div class="mceTemp">Till next time...</div>
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