I haven't really done yoga in about 3 weeks (at least not with a frequency one could call regular). Partly because I lent most of my good yoga DVDs to a friend and I'm left with only the ones I don't exactly love doing.
I'm going to make a concerted effort to get back in the habit this week, maybe even getting off my ass and going to that super cheap and intense class by my house this evening since this is one of the rare Tuesdays that I'm actually available to go...
Showing posts with label Adventures in Yoga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adventures in Yoga. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Friday, December 28, 2007
What Goes Down Might Come Up: A Yoga Story
I was supposed to go to the gym then go out to a friend's going away party but I bailed on both in favour of eating bad takeout Indian food and watching CSI. I hadn't planned on being so blah, but I just couldn't bring myself to hit the gym in the hour I had left before it closed after work, plus I was starving and dehydrated so I said 'fuck it' and planned on both going to the gym and doing yoga on Friday to make up for it.
I don't know why I insisted on the butter chicken, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Deep down I knew that wasn't the case, but m ravenous appetite clouded my judgment.
Fast forward and I've wolfed it all down as well as a can of diet iced tea and a slice of pie. Even though I'm feeling kinda bloated, I tell myself that it's nothing a little yoga can't cure. So I ease myself off the couch and into my yoga tights and unfurl my mat.
About five minutes in I started to feel a little queasy and it only worsened with every subsequent inverted pose to the point where I was actually concentrating on my breathing and not the searing pain in my thighs like I normally do (you're supposed to structure your breathing blah, blah, blah but I never do because I'm lazy/don't care).
I have this thing against stopping dvds, treadmills and the like - once I've started, I just can't stop until the natural conclusion of the cycle/program.I promised myself that if I actually threw up that I could stop, otherwise I'd have to just grin and bear it but towards the end my heartburn/acid reflux was getting so bad that I had to stop doing a boat pose.
Lessons learned: Yoga and Indian food don't go together.
I don't know why I insisted on the butter chicken, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Deep down I knew that wasn't the case, but m ravenous appetite clouded my judgment.
Fast forward and I've wolfed it all down as well as a can of diet iced tea and a slice of pie. Even though I'm feeling kinda bloated, I tell myself that it's nothing a little yoga can't cure. So I ease myself off the couch and into my yoga tights and unfurl my mat.
About five minutes in I started to feel a little queasy and it only worsened with every subsequent inverted pose to the point where I was actually concentrating on my breathing and not the searing pain in my thighs like I normally do (you're supposed to structure your breathing blah, blah, blah but I never do because I'm lazy/don't care).
I have this thing against stopping dvds, treadmills and the like - once I've started, I just can't stop until the natural conclusion of the cycle/program.I promised myself that if I actually threw up that I could stop, otherwise I'd have to just grin and bear it but towards the end my heartburn/acid reflux was getting so bad that I had to stop doing a boat pose.
Lessons learned: Yoga and Indian food don't go together.
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