I wish that I could constantly sit on a plane en route to countries filled with sidewalk cafes. I dream of getting lost down small alleyways and finding historic treasures. Sometimes, though, I find a little local piece of heaven with these 4 words: Central Florida beer yoga.
Yoga, Hops, & All The Feels: Central Florida Beer Yoga
I have been a yogi since college. P.S. Guys, I’m old so that means I’ve been doing yoga for 17 years. Every Saturday is sheer yoga bliss. Seeking inner peace and a solid workout, I attend one of the most atmospheric breweries—dim white lights with a gorgeous twisting tree logo–for morning yoga.
As I unroll my Manduka on the concrete floor, a gorgeous industrial-beamed ceiling greets me. Like a Lightroom filter, silver and muted tones of blues and oranges ensconce my mat and soothe my yoga soul. My love of beer may have helped my ambivalence, too.
Does The Thought Of Yoga Class Intimidate You?
Unlike other classes, I hit the participant jackpot on this particular Saturday. I’m not going to lie. I love going to yoga and just chilling on my mat before class. Even better, I love when others do too. Sometimes, I watch as aspiring Olympic athletes…I mean yogis, cough, cough…stretch and twist, taking their claimed spot on the floor as well as their abilities very seriously. Very. Seriously. Was a split really necessary before class starts, in front of everyone? Let me just start doing 40 pushups too. Might as well jog in place while we are at it. Me: lays out mat and collapses into a corpse pose.
In beautifully matched, designer yoga outfits—p.s. It’s 10 AM on a Saturday, my hair is in a mess of an unwashed ‘ponytail,’ but hey, I put on deodorant—these type of attendees glance over and make unsolicited suggestions about others’ mise en place like everyone else is a newbie or just in their way. I picture them cracking out yoga poses everywhere they go: the grocery store, their living room, and at a cocktail party.
Central Florida Beer Yoga Is Much More Light-Hearted
This ain’t no fancy NYC studio: It’s Florida. On a slightly dirty concrete floor. Surrounded by beer kegs and distribution boxes. It’s a $10-12 drop-in class with beer. Beer!! Not Kombucha—which my auto-correct, she knows me so well, tried to change into ‘Sambuca.’ I just smile. The words ‘chill’ and ‘self’ blink in my eyes, which I soon close because I’m losing my inner serenity. Why didn’t I just stay at home with my cats and my girl Adriene Mishler?!
Thankfully, this is not one of those pretentiously obnoxious days. The yogis around me spread out, sitting patiently and happily. Sleep still in our eyes, we snuggle in fleeces and hug ourselves. These are my people. The mood has been unintentionally set, and in my head, Om/Aum-style I chant ‘thank god.’ There are no impressions to be made except in the creases of yoga mats. Bring on the Zen, and after, my beer.
Hour of Beer Yoga
As the instructor enters and silence descends, the emanating bubbling from the brew kettles beguile me into a meditative state. Our gentle leader asks that we focus on a mantra or affirmation. “Beer, beer, beer!” Opps. I mean, “I can do anything I want; I can succeed. This year is for me.” Gurgle, gurgle, bubble, bubble….”Beer, beer, beer.” Hey, no one is perfect.
As our yogi guide switches on light music, and although you would think Ed Sheeran’s Perfect might make me flinch, I’m totally down–and not just in a dog. We start with a lengthy child’s pose, already a win for the session. The reverberations of simmering beer fuse with my daydreams of dancing barefoot under the stars. I am completely zoned out and ready to move.
Throughout the class, I remain in a cosmic trance of beerful bliss. I appreciate instructors who only circulate to reach everyone with their voices or to help if eyes and legs are asking for it. Yoga is my personal diary, and while I may share pieces among close friends, hands off. My poses are not perfect, and quite frankly that’s not my goal. Ten years later, I still cannot touch my toes without a slight bend in my knees and downward dog is just starting to feel like a resting pose instead of a cruel punishment. My pigeon wobbles, my chair is crooked, my boat is clearly about to sink, and my dolphin is more like a faux break-dancer attempting a snake. Still, I persevere, and I love every second. Yoga, unlike the elliptical, is requited love.My pigeon wobbles, my chair is crooked, my boat is clearly about to sink, and my dolphin is more like a faux break-dancer attempting a snake. Yoga, unlike the elliptical, is requited love. Click To Tweet
We Made It!
As class ends, we celebrate with beer mimosas, helping me to maintain my inner peace for the ride home.
So where can you find this peace and love? Many breweries across the US offer yoga. Here are a few in Central Florida:
Central Florida Breweries That Host Yoga (Plus A Winery Or Two):
Here are a few Central Florida breweries and wineries that offer yoga throughout the month. Schedules are subject to change. Please make sure to check out their Facebook pages, events, and websites for up to date class information.
What should you expect and what should you bring?
Arrive Relaxed and Prepared:
My Favorite Yoga Must Haves/What To Bring For Brewery Yoga:
My all-time favorite yoga mat is a Manduka. Yes, the mat is expensive; a solid Manduka will run you about $100. This mat is worth every cent. Don’t forget Manduka offers you a lifetime guarantee. My Manduka is thick and over time, as promised, has adapted to my weight and shape. P.S. You do have to salt down this bad boy before your very first use–her factory coat is slippery. After that easy step, she is good to go:
A great starter mat, if you have never tried yoga or aren’t ready to invest yet:
You will also need a yoga strap for your mat and possibly as a prop:
I personally love a natural cleaner. My mat gets pretty beat up from the concrete brewery floor and needs a safe scrub down. Lavender is a great relaxant too:
Because I used to run a lot and still treadmill and elliptical daily, I have extremely tight hamstrings. Lets be real, I’m known for my man-calves. I don’t love using props for yoga, but sometimes, the teachers ask you to do things you cannot. Props help. I prefer a block out of all the props out there–and trust me, it can be a cheap one. It’s literally a styrofoam like block:
The Librarian In Me Recognizes The Book Lover In You:
Still not in the mood or ready for yoga? Here is a hilarious–chicky–yoga read and don’t forget our girl, E. Gilbert too:
For more Florida suggestions check out: Top Places to Eat, Drink, and Sleep in St. Augustine
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