Not blogging each day isn't a testimony to my lack of dietbetting; I've just been actually busy. Whodathunkit with three kids, a husband, and a dog?? :P Anyway, last night after a Public Affairs Council meeting I had at JLOCC headquarters we did yoga. I've done yoga on and off for years almost two decades, but it's definitely been more off over the past few years. And it was obvious.
Sun salutations? No problem. Virabhadrasana I and II? I GOT this. Trikonasana? Um... okay. Caturanga? Faceplant. What happened?? I used to be able to plank for at least a minute! That wasn't all that long ago either. Last year my husband and I did a series of plank challenges to build up how long you could hold it. But time slipped by faster than expected, I stopped, and am back to mush.
The yoga felt great. I felt relaxed afterward. I felt strong. I felt flexible. I felt like this is something I could get back into on a regular basis.
Today I am sore. I'm not painful sore, like I was last week when I did all of those calf raises that left me walking like an extra on a zombie film. I am a good, achey kind of sore that makes your muscles feel like they actually exist. I have aches behind my tummy fat that aren't food related.
I have muscles in here somewhere, because they're calling out to me like a long lost friend.