I wrote last week about mixing up my work out schedule and including a rest day or two because those might actually be important. Here’s what I’d anticipated it might look like:
Monday: Ashtanga/Iyengar Yoga
Tuesday: Running + sit ups
Wednesday: Running + sit ups + Ashtanga/Iyengar yoga
Thursday: Running + sit ups
Sunday: Rest or Run?
But here’s what it actually ended up looking like:
Monday: Yoga (85 minutes)
Tuesday: 50 sit-ups, running (22 minutes)
Wednesday: 50 sit-ups, arm weight exercises, yoga (85 minutes)
Thursday: Running (20 minutes)
Friday: Yoga (65 minutes)
Saturday: Unintentional rest day
Sunday: Yoga (30 minutes)
With trips out to Long Island and Westchester this weekend, I ate tons of food so now I’m going to try to get back to health eating. Today I think I’m going to yoga and then I’m going to also run. Now where’s my Inspiralized cookbook…
Does anyone remember what movie this is from? It’s from Liar, Liar. Such a funny movie that I watched a LOT of times growing up. I wonder if it’d stand up against my memories if I watched it now. Anyways, I digress.
That’s how I feel whenever I go to my advanced-intermediate (Russian) vinyasa class on Monday (and sometimes Wednesday) nights. I call it Russian vinyasa simply because the teacher is Russian. She is one the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen and so, so strong.
Between my upheaval at work in November and the stress and business of the holidays, I started skipping this class in favor of less strenuous ones. As a result, I think I lost strength in some of my yoga poses. Now that I’m eating vegetables in place of a lot of carbs, I’m feeling better and like I want to get back to kicking my own ass at least once, preferably twice, per week.
I need to add strength training into my regime as well. I do all this cardio with limited strength training. 30 chaturangas per class only does so much.
I’m happy to be kicking my own ass again.