Finding the humor in my workout

Image from Pinterest. 

Getting through the sun salutations yesterday, huffing and puffing only to find a little humor.

I wonder where I can get a set of these?

In my warrior yestday, the instructor is pushing down my shoulders, and straightening my arms….that was funny.

In my down dog, she tries to flatten the middle of my back, and push my shoulders down.

It was like I was one of those toys where you push one side and another side goes silly?  It was very Lucille Ball.

I didn’t quite get into my headstand.  I couldn’t figure out how to relax the muscles in my legs.  It wasn’t like I was using my legs, I just couldn’t relax them.  It didn’t seem like they were flexed.  It was a quandary.  “Clear your mind, relax your legs, engage your core, flex your feet.”  Sorry, I cleared my mind, what was after that?

I live to fight another day I guess, and try again at lunch on Friday.

Today I’m grateful that my planks are getting stronger, and I actually got my leg into a half lotus.  Trying not to think about my age does make Yoga a little easier.

Have you ever had a funny work out?  

Onto another fad?

A few years ago; it was the Personal Trainer, till I blew out my Achilles.

Then, I tried to train for a 5k run….hahahahaha.

Then it was Zumba with a little yoga on the side, till I went back to work.

Now it’s TRX and yoga….and I’m losing my momentum again.

Do I have it in me to keep going?

Is it just a holiday Monday keeping me down?

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Going from the Pidgeon pose that made my foot fall asleep into the splits.  I’ve always maintained my splits since high school, but the yoga version had something let loose in my hip that made me start laughing.  The Pidgeon pose hurt, and my foot falling asleep was just icing on the cake.


Images from Pinterest.

I got turned into a pretzel, and it made me laugh. 

I’ve never been able to do a forward fold, but I might have to make it my goal…..if I can walk tomorrow.

A 2 am post

Oh my bright and brilliant brain is bashing about in my head.

Today was a crazy day.

Randomly, I ran around laughing.

I tried TRX. ( I was happy with my first attempt.)

I participated in a Yin Yoga class, and worked on my Pigeon Pose.  The instructor was adorable, and pontificated at length on where anger is stored in the body, and why Pigeon pose helps release that anger.  I didn’t feel any anger, just happiness that the half-split was not too difficult for me to do.

Tomorrow I head back to PIYO, and I’m actually afraid.

So…….now at 2 am, I’m wired for sound.

I am so completely thankful that my new job will start soon, but now I’m a-jumble with thoughts.  Thoughts like annoying flies that have to be swatted away.

So…..I will focus on what I’m thankful for, like my supportive husband, my sweet puppy dogs, the last year of learning, blogging, my blogging buddies, and that I have an internet connection at 2 am when I’m rambling and musing about.

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I feel better now.  Good night.

 

Breathing

  
Photo credit:  Lauren Conrad

I added Yoga to my exersize routine in mid-July.  It’s an hour long Hatha Yoga class on Tuesdays and Thursday’s.  So we focus on breathing. We ground a pose, find our breath, and hold the pose.

I had never focused on breathing before, and I have found it relaxing and enjoyable.

Something so simple.  Breath in, breath out.  Breath in 2,3,4…Breath out 2,3,4,5.   Repeat.

In the quest to reinvent myself, I’ve started with the most basic necessities. My breathing.  

One of the tricky parts of reinvention is the fact, it’s still me at the end of the day.  It will always be me.  

So, breathing is underway.  Thinking is underway.  Training my body with exersize, and training my mind with casting down negativity, and doubt and focusing on positivity, strength, and learning new things.

I breath in the beauty of my future.  I breath out the creativity and strength to create and embrace it.

120 days of nutrition, exercise, coconut oil, and bee pollen

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It started in May with a serious choice to be healthier.  So I added some goodies to my diet.  I can’t say they’ve helped, and I can’t say they’ve hurt.  I cook with the coconut oil, or use it as a carrier oil for my lavender.  It helps my dry feet.  I can’t see any improvement in my skin, hair, or nails.  That’s just the long and the short of it.

I’ve faithfully worked out at least 3 days a week, sometimes 5 with a combination of Zumba, Yoga, Weights, and walking.

Results?  Results?  Results?

All my clothes, zip, button, and hang like they should.

I got an odd compliment from my husband, he says I’m now a “one handed fanny”.  He does have large hands, and I’m glad I now fit into just one.  Jeesh.

Improved muscle tone.  I don’t cringe seeing my legs in a pair of shorts. I’m not brave enough to photo the gams just yet.

Sleeping is better, not so many bad dreams.

No weight loss to speak of, but then again, I haven’t been on a scale recently.  It doesn’t rate Sexy, or Confident, so I banished the scale to the garage.

My left calf muscle has really enjoyed Zumba.  After my Achilles reconstruction, I lost a good 30% of my calf to atrophy.  It didn’t like 6 weeks in a cast, 8 weeks in a walking boot, and 12 weeks of physical therapy.  Regaining that muscle has been a challenge, and up until last May, it would spasm on me at night, and ache all the time.

With Zumba, I’ve regained some of my calf, and no more spasms at night.  I don’t have the quick feet that you need for some of the steps, but I can modify the routines to work for me, and I’m getting quicker every session.

I’ve been participating in Yoga for about 45 days now.  It’s a slower result, but I’m a little more flexible than I was.

So on this lovely Tuesday.  I’m grateful for the time I’ve had to focus on getting healthier.  I’m grateful for the decreased stress, and the supportive family.