• Dancing 101: How I learned to stop worrying, and love the beat

    When I arrived at the Front Street studio of Hattiesburg Ballroom and Beyond on a Thursday evening, donning my dancing shoes and a case of the new student jitters, there wasn’t a single corner for this Baby to hide in.

  • Thinking Inside the Box: Hotworx

    I don’t shy away from a sweaty workout. In a former life, I operated a Hot yoga studio for several years and still managed to get away with washing my hair only once a week. When I first heard whispers of a hot yoga in Hattiesburg, that was taught by someone other than yours truly, I saw it as a challenge. And then I met the virtual instructors of the HOTWORX infrared spa at Planet Beach, located right next to my pals at UpDown Trampoline Park.

  • Budokon: The Way of the Warrior Spirit

    Budokon: Interesting word. Broken down, Bu (warrior) – Do (way) – Kon  (soul) translates loosely to “the way of the warrior spirit.” At first glance, (as say, in the photo above), Budokon can appear as any other yoga class. When I arrived at Daniel Wise’s yoga studio, housed in the second story of athletic training facility Mississippi Elite, as a practicing yogi the set up was familiar – yoga mats, standard liability waiver, a soft unobtrusive playlist setting the tone for an active class. Aside from the astroturf flooring, all signs pointed to a typical yoga flow experience.

  • Modern Fit

    When a friend suggested I visit the Petal Family YMCA for my feature, I had to turn to Google maps to decide whether my schedule would allow me to commit to trekking across the bridge for workouts. Surprised to discover the non-profit was only 15 minutes (and one time when running late for a Toning Express class, a memorizing 12-minute jaunt) from my doorstep, I contacted Membership Coordinator Ginny Reynolds to schedule an orientation.

  • Fit on 4th Street

    While I've bragged about my arsenal of gym memberships, there has always been a workout even I have avoided: high intensity interval training with big ole weights, commonly known as Crossfit. It wasn't a fear of gaining bulky muscles or inconvenient class times that kept me away; I was flat out intimidated.

  • Jump On It

    Growing up in rural North Mississippi, my parents bought their house in the late 1970s as one of only two on an isolated road. Far from the suburbs, my brothers and I were routinely turned loose into the “neighborhood” to seek our own entertainment. The expansive acres brought woods to explore, trees to climb and eventually, a handful of playmates as more houses cropped up through the years.

  • Green house, Warm Hearts

     

    As I confessed in last issue, my arsenal of gym memberships, old and new, spans the geographical landscape of Hattiesburg. I've played racquetball at the Payne Center, swam at the Wesley, moved through difficult Zumba choreography at the Y, and even enjoyed the luxury of a personal trainer at the dearly departed Body Bar. So, it should be through no surprise that I found my way to yoga by the usual suspect: – torturous exercise.

  • Modern Fit: Meet Me at the (Cycle)Bar

    When I first heard Hattiesburg was getting a Cyclebar, an indoor cycling arena known in a previous life as ‘spin class,’ I can’t say I was enthused to add yet another gym to my already boisterous list of athletic memberships. I spend countless hours lifting, toning and burning my quads in hopes of lengthening and thinning them,not bulking and burning them to no end. After failing to take advantage of the free rides offered during Cyclebar’s grand opening in October 2016, I continued to hear my friends exclaim in disbelief that I had not gone for a session.