Tonight I changed into my yoga clothes completely while on the road. Mainly at stoplights, and including a sports bra. I don’t think I flashed anyone. Is it wrong to feel pride?
I don’t have a lot of time between work and yoga. There are only a few bathrooms. I need my time in the bathroom for it usual purpose, and to remove my eye make up. Not to change.
I like the more physically demanding power vinyasa classes, and heated ones if I can find them. But I like to think I challenge myself in less obvious ways.
When I first started going to yoga, at my gym and then even at a studio, I was too self-conscious to wear yoga pants. It took me about a month to buy some and wear them. Still, for at least a year after that, I always wore sleeves. I have some light scars on my arms that I didn’t want people to see.
Coming to class wearing yoga pants and a tank top was unbelievably difficult for me at first. Coming to class at all was difficult because I spent so much time as a child dreading gym class. I now do these things regularly. I don’t stress about my arms or about yoga pants – but I definitely have days where I worry that I’ve gained weight.
I don’t always take the most challenging variation, or bend my knee or knees to 90 degrees in warrior poses, but I think I challenge myself in my own way
After I went to my first power vinyasa flow class, I felt like I was high. Or, like I imagined I would feel if I was high, since I’d never actually been high. I felt different – physiologically different? – the rest of the day if I practiced in the morning. I looked forward to each yoga class and lost my sense of time while in the class.
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I run between 20-30 miles a week most weeks. Considering I run regularly and have a half marathon coming up in March – this is really not all that much for a runner.
Other runners, though, have asked me where I find my motivation when I’m not signed up for a race, and when I run alone. People are surprised that I’ll run six or eight miles and then go to a yoga class.
Partly – I have adjusted to these distances. I run slowly. I can do an eight or ten mile run and have a normal day, albeit with a late start. Mainly, though, I run because I worry I’ll gain weight if I don’t. I run because I want to eat normally, have one dessert or sweet a day, and I’m afraid I can’t if I don’t run. Most people don’t seem to understand just how strong this motivation is. I have to say that makes me feel alone as someone who used to be overweight.
I’m fortunate never to have had a serious running injury, but I’ve had some minor ones:
Pulling the psoas: I was trying to keep up with someone faster than me. The first time this happened, I thought it was some part of my back. It hurt to get up and down and to turn. The next time it happened, I asked a yoga and pilates teacher about it, she suggested the psoas, I googled it, and sure enough, it seemed to be that. This is not a muscle you hear much about, but it’s huge. The next time something hurts and you’re not sure what, google the psoas!
Psoas solution: Alternating heat and cold helped a little, and – for the part of the psoas I pulled – so did gently stretching my hip flexor and quad in some version of bow pose (one leg at a time, on both sides to keep even, but obviously really carefully on the side that hurts).
Plantar fascitis: My heel hurts all the time. It took a surprisingly long time to identify this one. It hurts most after I haven’t used it – sitting a long time or waking up – and least when I’m on my feet walking or running. Read the rest of this entry
Some of my favorite assists ever have come in pigeon pose, especially at the end of a 90-minute heated class. I’m a little tired, I’m comfortable enough in it for it to feel like rest – someone pressing down firmly on my hips and back in the right way usually makes the pose even more comfortable. I then do not want to get up.
As long as I have been in the pose more or less correctly, I don’t think I’ve had an assist in pigeon that did not feel good. I do not like flexing the foot of my bent leg fully because this makes it harder to feel relaxed.
One of the weirdest assists I’ve ever received was also in pigeon.
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