BlogHer 2012 Day 2: Sweating Pink and Sarabeth’s

I’ll be upfront with you, I didn’t make it to any official BlogHer sessions on the second day of the conference.  When you are thrown into a conference that is only two days long with people you’ve only been able to talk to online and never in real life, sometimes you have to choose what is more important getting to spend time with those people, or going to educational sessions.  

Luckily at BlogHer you don’t have to choose.  As long as you have paid the full registration for the conference you have access to podcasts, videos and slideshows of the sessions after the fact so you can go back and watch/listen/read all of the sessions you wanted to get to but missed.  Yay for technology!  This is also great because there is ALWAYS one time slot where you want to go to a couple different sessions but until they properly figure out out to mass market time-turners that just isn’t happening.

So my big plan for Saturday was to hang out with a whole pile of my Fit Approach Sweat Pink Ambassador buddies sweating (pink obviously 😉 ) and brunching it up.  Before heading out to meet everyone in Central Park I did the rounds at the expo (insert awkward photo here)

Then in a marvel of the world I, Suzanne Fevens, managed to walk to Central Park by myself without getting lost.  This may not seem like a big deal but since I took a wrong turn at every opportunity every other moment of the trip it is in fact a big deal.  Let’s just never mind the fact that I walked the entire way around Sheep Meadow when I didn’t need to.  Oh well, a nice walk never hurt anyone (especially when that person is dying from the previous days workout)

Once the troops had gathered (luckily I wasn’t the only one that took a scenic route through the park) Jamie went right to work putting us through our paces in a bootcamp workout

I was a bit of a baby.  After 3 days of Bootcamps, Physique 57, tonnes of walking, my legs were done.  DONE.  My left quad was so sore I could barely lift my leg and my right calf muscles were so tight just walking provided difficult.  Although not as sore as my legs, my abs were pretty much toasted too so I opted out of probably 1/3 or so of the bootcamp workout.  I never do that.  I always stick with it but let me tell you, this trip to NYC kicked my ass.

After bootcamp Melissa treated us to her very first Yoga Class (she just graduated from teaching training the day before!)

I made it about halfway through the yoga class before my legs said, “no more!” and I chilled on the grass.  Besides, it was sorta hard to concentrate when you’re surrounded by all of this awesomeness (and knowing you are leaving and may never get the chance to see it in person again) 

Melissa was an awesome instructor though (you’d never know it was her first class).  I loved that she came around and adjusted people, and helped us into deeper stretches and poses.

After Yoga wrapped up we made our way to Sarabeth’s.  What a busy, busy, spot.  We had reservations but still waited 15 or 20 minutes for a table, but it was oh so worth it.  Check out my Lemon Ricotta Pancakes

I will dream of these pancakes for the rest of my life!  The company was pretty crazy awesome too 🙂

Afterwards I made it back to the Hotel (again without incident – yay me!) and met up with Jen.  We went out for a bit (I wanted to pick up a t shirt from the Radio City Music Hall store) and when we got back the line-up for the elevator was outta control.  Like 20+ people long.  Ugh. So we took the stairs.  Did I mention we were on the 35th floor?  Or that my legs were already killing me?

I can’t even blame Jen as it was my stupid idea.  Terrible.  The stairwell was so hot, and I swear it took 3 years to get to the 35th floor.  Part way up Jen says, “This is what happens when you’re roommates with a fitness instructor.” 😮 The nerve! 😉

Once we had recovered from our extra leg and butt workout we met up with Courtney and Jen’s friend Jen (confused yet?) and went to check out the Empire State Buidling

and Union Square

before heading back to our hotel (we took the elevator this time) for the night.  It’s a good thing I slept well, because when I got up Sunday morning I had no idea I wouldn’t see sleep again for 36 hours…