Tuesday check-in
How's it going, fitskimos? I am confused what day of the week it is, again. *does Tuesday check-in post on Wednesday bc why not*
I went to a hot yoga class yesterday (the regular high-energy, sweat buckets kind) and it mostly kicked my butt. Part of this is my own fault because I'd spent the afternoon reading in the sun and drinking cider, so I came into class with the energy of an overboiled noodle. Part of it is that it's a pretty advanced class and a) the teacher mostly uses the Sanskrit names of the poses, which I don't all know or remember, so I often lose my flow while figuring out what pose we're doing, and b) the teacher wants us all to die, lol. She's really good but very demanding.
So at some point she was like "now go into side crow if you want" and I'd never done a side crow before, but it is this:
...and my body definitely Does Not Do That, lol. I can do an approximation of a normal/forward crow (see below) but even that's kind of a wobbly mess. Oh well, maybe eventually. Good to have goals, right? :p
So yeah, I came out of that class kinda like this:
...but at least I did go (I really didn't wanna).
On a side-note, I'm still figuring out how people use this gym/the yoga facilities, and it seems like most of them don't shower there, which I find bizarre. I mean, most people don't even seem to use the changing rooms, they just drive to the gym in yoga gear, get back in the car after class and I guess drive home to shower? I would NOT want to sit in a car after a hot yoga class when you're absolutely DRENCHED in sweat. But this is the third time I've gone and the third time I've been the only person to change and shower on site. Is this weird? Do people not shower at gyms? Oddness!
Oh yeah, and food. We have soooooo much fruit in the house atm that I've mostly been subsisting on muesli and fruit salads (literally, my dinner last night was water melon, cherries, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, nectarines, apples, oranges, and kiwifruit!...oh, and cheese) but I have also been horrible about my 1/2 metre Kinder chocs because they are evil and sing to me from the cabinet.