Wednesday = Cross-Training Day
I've always wanted to like yoga. I've liked the idea of it for a long time. I even took yoga classes for a couple of months when I was living in Texas. But for some reason, the idea of yoga and the reality of it never meshed for me.
Last week, though I went to a yoga class at the YMCA and for the first time I really enjoyed participating in the class as much as I had hoped to. It was challenging without being too much for me to handle, but it was also relaxing and revitalizing as well. I don't know if it's the teacher - Laura's a very sweet, soft-spoken young lady with a figure I would kill to have - or the student. Probably a little of both.
The great thing was, when I went to the class again today I enjoyed it equally as much as I did last week. I was also pleasantly surprised by how much more flexible I am than I thought I would be only two weeks into the training program. As a reward to myself for being back on track with my workouts after being sick, I went and splurged (a whopping $4.32) on a new combination lock for my locker at the YMCA. It's blue and so pretty! It's the little things....
Given the happy results of the last two weeks' classes, I'm tempted to make my Monday cross-training day be a yoga day also. I'll have to see if there's a class that fits my schedule. So far, I don't have a great track record for Mondays (with one being a flake out, and one being a sick out), so maybe a scheduled class would be a better option than the nebulous blotch it currently is on my Monday calendar.
Tomorrow's the track workout, and once again I'm a little apprehensive. Although I feel back up to par, I'm still fighting this cough (one more day of this and I'm getting that antibiotic prescription filled, I swear!) and I'm worried it will create problems tomorrow. To combat any last minute hesitation I might have, my gym bag is already packed and my mental plan is already mapped out: change into my workout clothes right before my voice lesson at 4:30, then sprint off to Dublin as soon as 5:30 strikes.
Wish me luck!
Last week, though I went to a yoga class at the YMCA and for the first time I really enjoyed participating in the class as much as I had hoped to. It was challenging without being too much for me to handle, but it was also relaxing and revitalizing as well. I don't know if it's the teacher - Laura's a very sweet, soft-spoken young lady with a figure I would kill to have - or the student. Probably a little of both.
The great thing was, when I went to the class again today I enjoyed it equally as much as I did last week. I was also pleasantly surprised by how much more flexible I am than I thought I would be only two weeks into the training program. As a reward to myself for being back on track with my workouts after being sick, I went and splurged (a whopping $4.32) on a new combination lock for my locker at the YMCA. It's blue and so pretty! It's the little things....
Given the happy results of the last two weeks' classes, I'm tempted to make my Monday cross-training day be a yoga day also. I'll have to see if there's a class that fits my schedule. So far, I don't have a great track record for Mondays (with one being a flake out, and one being a sick out), so maybe a scheduled class would be a better option than the nebulous blotch it currently is on my Monday calendar.
Tomorrow's the track workout, and once again I'm a little apprehensive. Although I feel back up to par, I'm still fighting this cough (one more day of this and I'm getting that antibiotic prescription filled, I swear!) and I'm worried it will create problems tomorrow. To combat any last minute hesitation I might have, my gym bag is already packed and my mental plan is already mapped out: change into my workout clothes right before my voice lesson at 4:30, then sprint off to Dublin as soon as 5:30 strikes.
Wish me luck!
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