After talking about it for 2 solid years, I took the plunge and went back to yoga! A sweet little studio opened up about a mile down the road over a year ago and I decided it was way, way past time. So, I went to my first class in nearly 10 years on January 19th. It was fantastic! I felt so energized for the rest of the day! And then I woke up Sunday and couldn't move. LOL Monday wasn't much better, but by Tuesday...all good.
Tuesday, my dear hubby did his (truncated) fit test with our crossfit-trainer friend. He went back Thursday, and I met them Friday for MY (truncated) fit test.
Ho. Lee. Shite.
I have never put so much effort into such a short timeframe in my life. That includes the pushing phase of birthing any of my enormous children. I ran, then did squats, push-ups, sit-ups and pull-ups (modified versions of all, 'cause I'm so freaking out of shape). The whole thing was over in less than 10 minutes and I thought for the next hour that I might actually die. Then for the NEXT hour, I was pretty sure I was going to throw up. THEN. Then. Then I couldn't wait to go back, 'cause that shit was AWESOME.
I made sure to take my potassium and magnesium supplements before bed and actually woke up Saturday feeling pretty darn good. And then I went back to yoga. She kicked it up a notch, because there was another yoga instructor in the class. Eek. Legs, meet muscle failure. Again.
So that was 3 days ago. Sunday was a BITCH. Monday was better, and today I'm feeling pretty darn good. Back to Crossfit tomorrow, where I shall surely curse everything and rue the day I ever met Greg and Erica. LOL
It feels really, really good to push my body again. I want to be strong.