Woo. First time doing yoga class in like a month – I’ve been away at cons, or just back from a con and too exhausted to think of leaving the house in the morning, for weeks. As usual, I pushed myself to near my limits, just to figure out what the hell they are after all this laxity. Turns out there are a few things that have definitely changed for the worse, and my stamina for holding poses feels less, but there are other parts that are still pretty flexible.
It’s gonna take a while for my spine to fully unkink after all that travel and sitting, though. Pop pop crackle.
There’s a new yoga teacher at the Y, with a different style of class, and a very citrus-y perfume. But it’s still mostly about taking the same poses and holding them.
I’m going to miss having the more extreme stretching and exercise of pole class; the Y is adding barre and high-impact intensity training, and I’m hoping those two things will fill in that gap for a while. I’ll start hitting those classes sometime this week or the next; it depends on how pooped I feel after just starting to do yoga again after so much of a break.
(Also annoyingly my pull-ups have decreased a LOT over this enforced break; I could casually do 5 or 6 when passing by the bar at the bathroom door, and now I struggle to do 3. It’ll return with regular practice, though.)
I really need to start doing some kind of exercise when I’m away from home like this, so I don’t have this total drop of flexibility and strength when several cons come in a row in the future. (I also need to avoid that if I can. But still.)