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Double workout this morning. The double workout kicks ass. I could bind every freakin' foward bend this morning. One Legged Forward bend was like a relaxing day at the spa. Hands in Namastay behind my back. No problem. JUMP BACK - dude - not exactly no problem, but major progress in the right direction. Progress toward someday binding the seated twist. Not tomorrow. But someday. Ha! Yet again, found a way to do something really mean to my left big toe. Which I am quite certain I am going to break one of these days. Poor left big toe.
Chickened out on the third backbend.
Everyone will be excited to know that I no longer look like a sausage stuffed into my workout clothes. More curvy than the instructor, but no longer the heavy chick in the beginners' class, either...
Now if only I had a weight machine. And another room in the apartment. Could work on superslow. *glares at tiny apartment*
And it's getting really, really cold in hell these days people. Because this morning I was imaging my perfect day at the gym. This is some sort of youth to middle aged thing, isn't it? Let's see. The chain of events. Tolkien. Slash. O'Brien. Cornwell. LiveJournal. Weightloss and fitness. Writing fiction (WTF?!). Yoga. Vanities,including going back to contact lenses, treating minor skin problems, and actually caring about clothes.
(Seriously. If you had said this to me in 2000, I would have told you to get your prescription checked.)
And imagining my perfect day at the gym: an aerobics class in stations; a really good power yoga session; superslow; float around the pool. And why not. A massage. :p
Thus far, borders as yet uncrossed. Hopefully never to be crossed. As they will draw down the Four Riders. Pedicure. Actual cosmetics - you know, lipstick, not chapstick, foundation, eye makeup, etc. Hmmm. What else? I'm sure there are others I'm just not thinking about now.
Chickened out on the third backbend.
Everyone will be excited to know that I no longer look like a sausage stuffed into my workout clothes. More curvy than the instructor, but no longer the heavy chick in the beginners' class, either...
Now if only I had a weight machine. And another room in the apartment. Could work on superslow. *glares at tiny apartment*
And it's getting really, really cold in hell these days people. Because this morning I was imaging my perfect day at the gym. This is some sort of youth to middle aged thing, isn't it? Let's see. The chain of events. Tolkien. Slash. O'Brien. Cornwell. LiveJournal. Weightloss and fitness. Writing fiction (WTF?!). Yoga. Vanities,including going back to contact lenses, treating minor skin problems, and actually caring about clothes.
(Seriously. If you had said this to me in 2000, I would have told you to get your prescription checked.)
And imagining my perfect day at the gym: an aerobics class in stations; a really good power yoga session; superslow; float around the pool. And why not. A massage. :p
Thus far, borders as yet uncrossed. Hopefully never to be crossed. As they will draw down the Four Riders. Pedicure. Actual cosmetics - you know, lipstick, not chapstick, foundation, eye makeup, etc. Hmmm. What else? I'm sure there are others I'm just not thinking about now.
