pdXercise guest post: kicking egos and taking numbers


I asked my pal and co-worker, Jen, to guest blog and share her wisdom with us all… because she kind of killed it at Firebrand Sports the other day. Firebrand was nice enough to offer some free “lunchtime express” classes to our office. I went with Jen to their “Pyrolates” class and then me and my jelly legs promptly left to go back to our desk and silently cry. Jen, on the other hand, immediately went on to finish their cycling class back to back… making her the official queen of badassery.  Continue reading

It’s the little things that count…and also kick your booty

As a 5’1″ individual, it may come as a shock to everyone that I tend to embrace the big things over the small (and by shock I mean not at all). I like tall shoes. I talk loudly. I can spill a glass of water across the table with one giant, spastic lift of my fork.


So, the thought of purposely choosing small, isolated movements as exercise over big jumping jacks and long runs was something that never occurred to me until I took a Barre3 class.  Continue reading

And my Pilates saga continues…

Last night, I attended a class at Pil-oga-robic. It’s a studio in NE Portland that combines Pilates, yoga, cardio and strength training. Kind of like Pilates/yoga/cardio… or… Pil-oga-robics.


The p-o-r WALL class I took felt akin to bootcamp classes I’ve taken in the past, just with the  added element of grace from reformers and bungee resistance instead of burpees and push-ups.  Continue reading

Pole dancing with even more strangers

If you’ve been keeping up with my blog, you know that I recently pole danced with strangers and loved it. So, I went back to pole dance with even more strangers! This time to a different studio in town called The Pole Palace.


Pole Palace is in N Portland and has been running some sweet Yelp deals so I took advantage of their offer and attended my first pole class done on a spinning pole. Continue reading

Dancing with 2-year-olds and loving it

This weekend, BodyVox hosted their annual Free Dance Day. As the terribly coordinated human being that I am, I obviously decided that I should go check out their studio, but bring my daughter to mask said terrible-coordinatedness. Good parenting is knowing when to use your child’s cuteness to your advantage.


Just kidding, it was an excuse to buy lots of tutus and dance shoes for my kid! Continue reading