Despite the fact that we lived in California for two years — which seems to be the yoga capital of the US, if not the world — we never really got into yoga. Meanwhile, my dad has become quite the yogi up in Michigan. He even borrowed my yoga mat when he drove Toby’s car across the country, so he could do yoga in his hotel room every night. So we had been thinking about finding a place to do yoga… and were watching a Nationals game not too long ago when a message about “yoga in the outfield” flashed up on the screen.

And that’s how we found ourselves doing yoga on a baseball field.

The class was taught by instructors from Vida, the super fancy gym we would probably join if we lived closer. It was good for us beginners, but I think it was also good for more experienced yoga students as well.

One important thing I learned: A LOT of yoga/running/workout pants are sheer when you bend over. Like, completely see-through. Eek.

We had so much fun at THAT yoga outing that we decided to do yoga in a beer brewery a few days later. I mean, why not?

Plus, a pint of beer was included in the price of admission, which is even more awesome since Port City Brewery was just named the small brewing company of the year. Sold!