Can a Real Girl Get Jennifer Aniston's Yoga Body?
Before you sign up for those spendy yoga classes or personal training sessions, look at what the famous "Friend's" at-home yoga workout did for our writer
The first thing I see is Mandy standing with the ocean behind her in a private backyard and I can't help but wonder, could it be Aniston's Malibu beach pad? Let me tell you, there are worse places to work out.
I follow Mandy's advice to begin with her express workout, which is 35 minutes long. (The cool part is I can either do it with Mandy's verbal cues or opt for music instead). She also offers a fully loaded challenge that has additional stretches and sun salutations, but I figure I should start slowly.
I'll tell ya one thing, Mandy is mellow. The way she laughs while asking me to do calf raises almost makes me forget that she's my instructor and not a friend. Wait, aren't instructors supposed to be super scary and intense? Maybe I'm just traumatized from a past experience at Bally's Total Fitness that went something like this:
Instructor: So are you ready to sign up for sessions that will change your life?
Me: Um, I think so?
Instructor: (yelling) You think so? I don't ever want to hear those words out of your mouth again! I sense your hesitation. Don't be afraid of a better body!
And yes, that story ends with me hightailing it to my car, never to return. Unlike that encounter, Mandy's demeanor has the opposite effect: I want to work out with her. But what is an actual session going to be like?
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