Today at lunch, on my mission to up my cross training beyond that of just yoga, I started a weekly yogalates class. I know, it is still quite yoga-esque but, what can I say, I love yoga and the feeling of wonderful self-absorbed happiness that follows a great practice.
Anyway ... yogalates, or Yoga Fusion as the class I am taking is called, is more 'lates' and less 'yoga'. My shoulders are unexpectedly sore and my abs are quietly humming now in what I expect will turn into a yell later today. We used weights and resistance bands and I learnt that yoga blocks can be used for torment as well as assistance: think V Sit Ups perched on a block. All things considered, I think I am going to love yogalates!
Also on the books for this afternoon is a 7km fartlek experience. A steamy 7km fartlek experience. The humidity in Ottawa today is something ridiculous like 38 degrees. It looks like the sky is bursting at the seams trying not to rain. Gross. But AWESOME as it will make our effort count so much more! I used to dislike fartleks until, as is common I find in most things hard about running, I had a euphoric moment of insanity last week while chasing a 20-something fast boy. I felt like I was a child again chasing a playmate down the road. Pedestrians, accurately, looked at us like we were nuts. Cars swerved out of the way as we barreled full tilt towards them and I just didn't care, I wanted to beat that boy to the next corner so badly! Or the traffic light on the next block. Or wherever the next place was that we had yelled to race to. I never did beat him but I know he had fun too, staying just out of reach, it was uber fun! I'm really looking forward to tonight :)
So far, my first week of focused 20lb killing is going great ...
Take that 20lbs ... you gotta go!!!
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