Like a (yoga) virgin, stretchin’ for the very first time! That’s what my 6 a.m. level 2 Core Power class felt like this morning. It’s been two days since I ran 10 miles and my body feels completely fine when it’s resting, but not when I am trying to open my hips, stretch my quads and bend my body. It really did feel like my first time at yoga, it was painful. I suppose there is truth behind why people pair running and yoga more often than peanut butter and jelly (or chocolate, I like that combination better).
Now that you know about today’s workout, I want to fill you in on tomorrow’s because I am ecstatic to tell you that I will NOT be blogging tomorrow. I will be waking up at 3 a.m. to get in my own yoga practice, then hopping on a plane at 6 a.m. to fly to Washington DC, borrowing my Mom’s car to drive down to Norfolk, VA, where I will (finally) get to see my fiance, Michael. It’s been 327 days since he has been deployed and six months to the day since I have last kissed him. Tomorrow starts the beginning of the rest of our lives. I am going to make the day about us, no blogs.
Next time you hear from me I will be working out on the beach with my favorite person in the world. Hallelujah!