All week long I have promised myself I would get back to yoga class today. With the craziness that has been my life the past few weekends, I don’t think I’ve been to class in three or four weeks. Ouch.
One of the reasons why I love yoga so much is because it helps me recover from my runs, and it definitely decreases the chance of my getting injured. Case in point: when my IT band was flaring up a few weeks ago, I hadn’t been to yoga in a few weeks. Note to self: Never stop going to yoga again.
Not only does yoga help my body, but I always leave a class feeling centered and a little more calm than I walked in. Needless to say, when I waltzed into my favorite vinyasa flow class this morning, I was ready to get my butt kicked.
After running my 10 miles yesterday, My legs felt really tight this morning. One thing I have found during my long runs lately is that I’m not afraid to push myself. It might be uncomfortable for a short while, but there’s no other way to get better or faster. I remember after my first half marathon, my mom told me I didn’t look tired and I should have pushed myself more. I also remember getting mad at her for saying that, but it was true. I hadn’t pushed myself, but now I know what it feels like to push myself, and I’m going to continue — even if it does make my legs feel like they’re going to fall off in the moment.
This morning’s yoga class was packed. When I first got there (only five minutes early), there were only three others already waiting for class to begin. Somehow in the span of that five minutes, there were 10 or 11 people packed into quite a small space. I volunteered to be next to the heater, a decision that I cursed myself for about 30 minutes into class.
Yoga has never felt as good as it did this morning. Every single joint and muscle was beyond tight. In our first crescent lunge, my instructor Brenda told everyone to sort of melt into the pose — in that, I realized I was not going as deep as I could and needed to just let it go even if it hurt. Yowza. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But it hurt so good.
When I left class 75 minutes later, I was sweaty. I was tired. But I felt so refreshed and rejuvenated.
If there’s anything yoga does for me, it makes me crave a giant salad — and luckily, I had quite the ingredients to make one in my fridge.
I topped it with nutritional yeast, balsamic vinegar, and a huge dollop of hummus and called it a day. On the side I had a (unpictured) chunk of Gluten Free Dakota Bread shmeared (technical term) with some Earth Balance.
It. Was. Perfect.
And I am totally okay with dedicating an entire post to how delicious this salad was.
Go enjoy your Saturday, friends!