And thanks for all your lovely words about my words yesterday.
We’re all feeling it, chickens.
Last night, after a long day at work and a quick dinner with JW, I decided that it was not the kind of time to just be sitting around.
Generally, Tuesday is the only day that I abandon yoga and bells, but I thought it might be good to keep moving.
Cue up a class that is actually named Yoga Body Blast.
12 months ago I would have made fun of it and gone for a seven mile run instead, but you know, I’m expanding my interests these days.
The idea is that you pair circuits with yoga.
I was terrified.
I’m terrified, I told JW.
JW then gave me the business.
You’ve run two half marathons, he said.
Countless race, he reminded me.
You did a triathlon, he finished with.
It’s always a good point to finish on.
And you’re scared of a yoga class?
I nodded again.
But I got his point.
So I picked up my mat and headed out.
Chickens, that class is terrifying.
Trying to transition from high lunges to standing splits to warrior 3 in circuits is both embarrassing to look at and painful the day after completion.
I fell over several times, collapsing in a yoga puddle on the floor.
It’s all about opening yourself up to a little healthy scrutiny, you guys.
Enjoy this one.