This morning I flung myself out of bed and went to my gym for a vinyasa yoga class. I am now one of those people who has the luxury of just doing random crap like that on a weekday, so feel free to hate me.
The truth is that it’s been a little tough to hammer out a routine, or a “new normal,” as I call it, now that I’m not working an 8-5 job or training for a race. It’s not super easy to get out of bed and be productive when you really could just sleep a little longer…
Anyway. I wrote about that shiz on Answering Oliver, and also included a bunch of scintillating photos of my bedroom and how I cleaned it up this weekend. GET EXCITED:
Decluttering & Forging a New Normal
Back to the yoga. I did yoga exactly once during my 19 weeks of marathon training, so I feared I would be a little rusty.
The 75-minute class involved lots of twists, lunges and vinyasas (obviously), and it did a number on my quads.
Also — and I haven’t mentioned this before — the outside of my right foot has hurt with various degrees of severity (ranging from “Shit, is this broken??” to “Feels fine, not broken!”) since the marathon, and Warrior II did it no favors today. Damn you, foot. Get it together.
I also walked to and from the gym instead of driving for a total of two miles.
I returned home to find our good friends Rob and Chris in the midst of a Twitter spat that somehow involved me:
I just… don’t even know.
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