Yoga, a run and pizza...

Quick recap.

I had a super weekend mixed with friends, fitness, food, and a little bit of work of course.

Highlights:

• Friday evening "Ladies Night" with some of my favorite girls...Japanese and a glass-o-wine.
• Saturday morning yoga in the part led by my great yogi friend, Erin. 
• Saturday night date night with my cute hubs at a new restaurant, pizza included.
• My first attempt at a "long" run since Ragnar. Rough. Cold. Slightly painful. 
• >----Insert work here----< 
• My delicious Tuscan Kale and Salmon dinner. Sunday Night dinner at it's finest. 

I also managed to squeeze in some shopping. I am still on a shopping strike, and I technically didn't spend any money because I had a credit at a cute little boutique/resale store where I had sold some items. SCORE! My favorite "buy", which I think will be a good summer staple to my wardrobe. Brand spankin new and by Nine West.

I worked at MAC yesterday and picked up some several essentials while I was there...and a couple new fun things.

I have issues. I realllllly needed 2 new lipglosses. I did. Swear. 

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So on the topic of my "long run". I wasn't looking forward for this for 2 reasons.


1. Rain was in the forecast.
2. I'm STILL sick.

I was also sore from my killer yoga session the day before, but I think it helped loosen up my tight hips.

Bonus.

I sucked it up and set out, all alone, on my trek. I was aiming for 8-10...hoping for 10, would be satisfied with 8. Still frustrated that I should technically be running 18. But moving along... It was freezing cold, (yet I still wore shorts WITH compression socks and long sleeves, der) very overcast, and I was just praying to beat the rain. And it was clear...for 7 miles.

And at mile 7...the sprinkles started falling, my leg started hurting and then it hailed. Funny thing is...it took me that whole time to get into my groove.

Oy.

I limped through the last couple miles....walking several times and stretching out my cold legs. I made it to 9 miles and headed in. I was cold, hurting and sick of being sick.

But I'm glad I did it...shitty runs like that make good runs SO much better. I'm hoping for one today in fact. I'm also hoping that it's a good sign that my leg stopped hurting immediately and hasn't bothered me since, whereas before, it hurts for a few days afterwards.

Baby steps.

Namaste, yo

According to my super nerdy "training spreadsheet", I hadn't been to my all time favorite yoga class in 6 weeks.

Whoa.

I suppose I have been too busy getting in 2-3 strength training sessions each week that I ditched my Monday afternoon class in favor of pumping iron and adding in cardio cross-training. Now don't get me wrong, I HAVE practiced yoga in the past 6 weeks...just not with my favorite teacher, Adam. The class typically pulls in 8-10 people, many of those faces I recognize each week, some not. But today was different. Today there was 3. Yup...just me and 2 other girls I flow with on a somewhat regular basis. They both happen to frequent the same wine shop down the street as I do.

As we all sat on our mats and Adam stood in front of us, one of my fellow yogis pipes up and says "can we talk in class today".

So today we talked. We giggled, we acted silly and Adam also pushed us into some strange and challenging moves that we have yet to be pushed into. He also busted out his guitar and sang an original song that we so fondly refer to as "The Marshmallow Song". It's a Christmas jingle that sounds well, marshmallow-y. It was the perfect theme song to my final pose. (Savasana/Corpse pose is the bomb, I'm especially good at it cause I just have to lay there and play dead)

I left class today feeling my typical sense of "Zen" that yoga so famously does to most people....that quiet that always washes over me after I bow my head and clasp my hands together at the end of class. But I also felt really happy. A different happy than my usual. Silly. Connected. I made a promise to myself to attend my favorite yoga class every Monday. Stick to my nerdy spreadsheet.

Super Dork. Yup, I do this.

No excuses.