Lone Star cardio broken down into three distinct categories:
Texas Two-Stepping with a fancy footin' fellow New Yorker to a Conjunto band comprised of spirited octogenarians. This makes for a rather David Lynch-laden scenario: feline, leggy women in black skinny jeans and halters swirling around the dance floor with their mis-matched cowboy compadres while the Polka-pumping accordion of the region's Germanic roots urge each couple onward into a chaotic Tejano waltz.
Back-to-back Pilates equipment classes downtown with the venerable Mandie, where the powerhouse becomes the most important place of worship for your sweaty soul to inhabit. Don't let the machines intimidate you: once you've mastered the "wunda chair's" trapeze-like resistance springs, it might be a good time to submit your resume to Cirque du Soleil.
Contending with I-35 at rush-hour is a challenge for all...and only the strong will survive. I scoffed at the notion of traffic "congestion" before moving here. Make no mistake: MoPac, Lamar, and any vague "Loops" should be avoided between the hours of 5 and 7PM by anyone who doesn't identify as heart healthy. To sit for 60 minutes on a 5-mile stretch of road is no longer a syndrome reserved for LA. Employ ujjayi breath while in these vehicular binds. As a fortune cookie copywriter once wrote, "What is in the way is the way."