Tuesday night I hit up my second yoga class of the year (my first yogahour) and I don’t know what yoga voodoo magic they sprinkled in the studio right before I got there, but damn! I was starting to get poses that have previously been next to impossible for me.
Maybe it has something to do with losing weight? Maybe it has something to do with trying to “get out of my own way”? Like, literally and figuratively, I’ve been in my own way for the past few years. Literally, because well, when you are bigger, there is a lot more of you to try to bend into these tight compact poses. And figuratively, because I’m often afraid to let myself do something because I don’t trust myself (or my arms or legs) to hold/catch/support me. Which is kind of silly sounding, I guess? It’s totally a mental thing.
I’m planning on hitting up the yogahour class tonight, so we will see if it was a one time thing or if I’m making *gasp* progress in yoga. I’m really hoping for the latter, but we shall see!
I’m also hoping to get in a two-mile run before class since I will have an hour or so to spare. I got a new running jacket for Christmas and I’m excited to put it to the test. It’s by NorthFace, and it’s longer in the back than the front and the sleeves are made of a different material than the shell and they have thumb holes. Plus, it’s super pretty. Because that totally matter. It looks like the forecast is calling for some rain (ugh) but hopefully it won’t be pouring down and I will be able to have a nice little jaunt. Crossing my fingers!