(I actually did almost all of these this morning. Almost.)After the marathon, I took this week off from working out. Because that's what you're supposed to do. I hated it. Probably I should be more zen about the whole thing but by Tuesday I felt like a lazy, lazy caterpillar. This morning I went back to the gym. Power yoga with my favorite teacher. She isn't kidding about the "power" part. It was hard and sweaty and stretchy. It was wonderful. Sublime. My muscles feel all warm and happy. I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty when I ate breakfast afterwards. Can't wait to run on Monday.
3 years ago