This morning’s yoga class was challenging. Partly because I hadn’t had my usual espresso to jump-start my day. In fact, I didn’t find time to get my first cup of coffee until about 2pm this afternoon. How did that happen? How did I let that happen?? That really screwed with my whole day right there. So everything hurt this morning, especially my head.
Anyhow, I promised myself I wouldn’t complain on this blog. Nobody wants to read about that. But I’ll just say this: my yoga class was good, but hard. The pain in my lower left back, or my neck or head never went away. But I believe in one core concept: You have to move through the pain. So I did.
My success? I rocked my handstand today! In fact, I rocked inversions, balancing poses and core/ab work. If I had to list the top three areas where Kettlebells have helped my yoga practice, those would definitely be the three.
Everytime I do an inversion, I have a habit of counting the seconds. It’s just something I do… probably because I’m competitive with myself (surprise, surprise). But today, I held my handstand longer than I ever have in the past (even with hurting head and neck). I can say, without a doubt, this is because I’ve been pushing it for 26 days on Kettlebells. Additionally, my balance poses were stronger and I had much more control over my core/ab work.
This evening, I still had pain… so I did my Kettlebell routine with the yellow bell. SOTS presses are still hard. (I think I’m cheating a bit on the squat though, because I let my heels come up off the ground… probably shouldn’t do that.) But I added a few extra windmills because my obliques were still shouting. (This goes back to my “move through pain” theory). I should discuss my theory in another post, because it is interesting and a good point of discussion. There was a time (about 7 years ago) when both my quads atrophied after two sequential injuries. There was absolutely zero muscle tone left in either leg. You would have never thought they’d be muscley again! …But that story is for another day!
Anyway, my day ended about the same way it started. Tonight was one of those nights when you open the refrigerator door about 20 times, and each time you look, you think you’ll find something wonderful to eat. By about 9:30 I gave up on anything magical happening and I had leftover chicken soup over quinoa. We were also completely out of house wine (an unforgivable oversight) but I figured the day didn’t deserve any better than that, so after several glasses of water it was time to call it a day.
As always, thanks for reading! I’ve got three more workouts left on my 30-day challenge and my goal is a strong finish!