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2/4/2026

When i first moved to chicago, like most humans, i tried establishing a routine.

One of these building blocks was an exercise routine. not to be a wuss, but when someone of us begin our professional careers, life gets quite tiresome. ESPECIALLY AS WE BALANCE WORK AND WELL….LIFE. IT’S HARD TO SEE FRIENDS EVERY DAY, NOT LIKE IN SCHOOL YEARS.

ANYWAYS, BACK TO COREPOWER YOGA. A good friend of mine, well my very first friend in chicago recommended it. all her friend’s (who I went on to become friends with too) loved it. I went to one class and shared that pov instantly. it’s a good work out, you do some weight training (light), some flexibility movements, hence the yoga aspect, there is good music, and the vibes are high. sure, it might be a bit expensive, but who cares, you’re a big girl making big girl money.

like all shiney new things, the luster faded. my good friend cancelled her subscription because it was no longer working for her, but i still semi enjoyed it. semi because it messed up my hair washing schedule a tad. one day i was doing my hair up in a pony tail when i caught a whiff of sweaty scalp. gross, not as bad as it sounds, but still gross. now, you may be thinking, that’s a me problem, and maybe it was. i don’t know about this one, someone’s input would be great here. anyways, i normally washed my hair every other day, but that whiff made me realize i had to wash it every day, which was fine for a while, but carve 3 extra hours of time in the bathroom with my beloved revlon blowout brush. yes, three hours, i have a lot of hair.

my boyfriend then mentioned,”hey, isn’t it like working out in a suana everyday?’

mind you, there was a time when we were going to the sauna everyday after the gym, so i didn’t think much of it. eventually though, i did not that i would sweat a bit more at corepower, and it’s funny, when you leave the yoga room, you get this cold chill since one is basically walking into an air-conditioned room after jumping in a pool. oh, not to mention then you layer back up to face the chicago winter walk or commute home. layer up in your sweaty clothes since the showers aren’t barry’s level, and you have to pay for a towel (and matt) if you don’t bring one. only like 3 dollars, but it add’s up.

Months pass, I cancel to save money, and use my beautiful apartment gym that i pay way too much for. fast forward even more time, and I am at a party. corepower, with my good friend and all the other girls comes up. the avalanche falls after someone made a small comment. turns out, we all hated it. it’s sweaty, it’s 60 people sweating within centimeters of eachother, it’s overpriced, and a bit dirty to be frank. the facility i mean, not the attendees.

we all conclude that it kind of sucks, and just like that we release our feelings.

the reason i write this is because i crave it sometime. maybe it’s nostalgia, and i still go once in a while, and the little thought creeps up….what if i get it for a month? nO

what if it’s just one month, to scratch the ich? also no.

What if I get fitter? no.

you won’t. yes my core was as you can say powerful, but i was too busy stress eating (stuffing my face with brownies) at work to see any visible results.

so no, you won’t get fitter rebeca, even though you switched jobs and have a nicer, yet wonderfully challenging working enviroment.

maybe i just miss who i was when i was going. 23, just moved to a big city, living alone (3 roommates, but you get the gist). Maybe I miss my naiveness, my inital adult struggle to adapt. the world being at my feet, and my frontal lobe a bit more underdeveloped than it is now.