When I woke up this morning at 6:45am, it was cold and rainy. My bed was holding onto me tightly and didn't want to let me go. But I struggled and fought, and finally freed myself from the sheets. I pulled on my gym clothes and uggs and off to the gym I went. The game plan: an hour long yoga class.
Usually yoga sucks. I can't get into it. My breathing isn't right. Body feels weak. My mind is wandering all over the place. But this time, something finally clicked. My body started to relax. My mind was focused on the poses and deep breaths. I didn't let the fact that I'm completely inflexible discourage me and found that I was actually enjoying it. I'm feeling quite zen-like now and am very proud of myself.
Now I just have to keep going and accomplish my goal of channelling my inner Yogi 3x per week. Maybe someday I'll actually look forward to it and for all of my hard work I'll be as limber as a 5 year old kid. A girl can hope, can't she. Hope y'all have a great weekend!