I recentley aquired some "Yoga for Athletes" (please keep your laughter to a minimum), which is a collection of 15 minute yoga sessions for tennis, cycling, running etc. Since the next few weeks are my crunch time professionally, and I am not wanting to miss my yoga training, I figure this is great for keeping up.
I change into some gear, finish my coffee, and drag the coffee table out of the living room, while I wait for the DVD to load.
At this point it is worth mentioning one strange thing about my body and it's tolerance to heat. I grew up in the steaming inferno known as South Georgia, and spent summers in more steaming and hotter infernos known as Texas and Mexico. This has tempered my body to withstand heat and temperatures up in the 100's. Now I am by no means suggesting that I am pleasant to be around when it is in the 100's, but I'm not a sweater. It's weird, and I actually have started wearing pants when working out in order to "work up" the proverbial sweat that everyone goes on about. The exception here is yoga. For some reason I can pedal 20 miles in an hour and be dry and clean, but make me hold my body in side plank and we have a real mess on our hands.
It's also worth mentioning that my house is like Grand Central Station, with a constant flow of traffic and friends coming in and out for coffee and tea and meals.
So my clothing is at a minimum and I have my scantily covered rear up in down-dog thinking...Hope no one walks in the house unannounced. If you found this blog, then you know I'm a prude, and totally the girl at the gym that wears her clothes into the shower.
The cycling video is an awesome warm-up, then I move on to the Running. I realize I don't have to watch him, that I can hear the commands and know the poses so I can take out my visual senses and overthink about life.
If I make my numbers this month, I think in my modified camel pose, it will be freaking miracle. Maybe I can split the difference somehow and get halfway there.
After a 45 minute session, I pop into the kitchen and scavange for food. Mmm...I think, my eyes lingering over a wedge of cheese. I grab a bag of edamame from the freezer and put on a pot of water to boil.
Halfway Melissa, halfway.
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ReplyDeleteI wish I was close, I would come run your beach part of the tri, but alas I've got enough races this spring, and its such a long drive...
Next Saturday we have our office 5K, which is in honor of some poor wife of one of the worst men amongst us, who died of breast cancer. I'm running but it seems rather an abomination of sorts in my head.
May 1, the one and only Warrior Dash. I doubt they could do the warrior dash on your rock there, I think they need jungles, weeds, and marshy pits of death...I'm a little melodramatic I guess but it should be fun, certainly with good old Gilbert in a kilt. Again a slight abomination because when its over, and 18000 people get drunk I'm just not sure of the overall goodness of the event.
Miller Lite puts on a 10K not long after the Warrior Dash that I am going to run as well...and well that just starts out bad with the sponsor.
SOOO...dont sweat those two pounds. We work hard to enjoy life!