Holy hannah I've been tired lately! More tired that I ever am when I'm in 'serious' training mode. I swear I can barely make it through the work day without wanting to nod off...badly. I was so sleepy today that this morning I had to go for a brisk walk around the block a couple of times. I enjoyed being outside, but when I got back to my desk, my head almost hit the keyboard with the huge head nod I occurred. Sigh...
I hoped that my lunchtime yoga might give me a bit of a boost. As is typical, before the class starts, I laid flat on my mat and focussed on my breathing. My breathing was just about to get much deeper and much louder when the yogi got us to start moving. Rats!
Even in my yoga I seem to be sluggish - I just don't know what is going on with my body! I'm not very happy about it though. Thankfully, for the first few poses he just had us doing some nice gradual slow stuff.
The next thing I knew, though, we were doing speed yoga and I almost couldn't keep up! It was actually quite amusing. I forced myself to hold some of the tougher poses to really get my muscles working and the blood flowing. One day someone will have to put a mirror in front of my face so I can see just what it looks like as I try not to grimace, but smile as my thighs and buttocks scream in pain while I try to hold a squat for far too long!
I think our yogi doesn't know how to count either...as I was deep in a lunge, with hands outstretched to the ceiling he said we'd hold this for a count of 7 breaths. Okay, I can do that. 1....2....3.... Next thing I hear is him stating, okay, 6 more breaths. NOOOOOO!! My body proceeded to do what would appear to be a speed wobble...but I had no speed and wasn't on a bike.
He did this a few times during the class. It was good practice in maintaining calm and ridding yourself of feelings of wanting to tackle the yogi.
After all was said and done I felt really great, and the sleepiness had receeded a teeny bit. It surfaced again by the time I had to go home, unfortunately. I was ready to fall asleep by 5:30 pm. So sad.
That said, due to the inspiration and motivation of Shannon and Greg, I managed to haul my arse upstairs, get changed and get on my bike. You know, I realized that the toughest part about working out is getting changed into workout duds. Once you do that it's like, okay, now I have to do this! And then, it's not so bad.
I only rode for 30 minutes and covered just 10 km, but I felt really good. Maybe Greg was right, maybe my body is trying to tell me to get back into regular training. My September was a bomb for training and perhaps I'm paying for it by feeling constantly sluggish and sleepy. Only one way to find out - get back into a more regular exercise routine!
Thanks Boys for getting me back in the game!! I owe ya!
Peace out my glorious friends!