I didn't get on the bike this morning but I did get in some cardio on the treadmill before yoga class. The cardio was the easy part. Yoga, on the other hand, killed me.
Some people think yoga is a bit, well, sissy. You stretch, you breathe, you pose.
YOU SWEAT. Trust me.
The thing I like about yoga is that you go slow. You start out slow, you move through the poses slowly, you end slow, you rest. But don't let the low impact fool you. You sweat, you stretch and your breathing becomes labored, your heart beats a little faster simply because you're moving your body around.
I've always enjoyed yoga because its kind. You're not jarring your muscles or slamming your joints, pounding the treadmill pavement. You're just moving and flowing. And if you need a break, you take a break in Child's Pose, knees tucked under you, forehead to the mat, arms by your side. You breathe, you relax, you take a minute, then you get back up and into Warrior II.
You feel like a warrior when you're finished.
Your body thanks you afterward, with blood flowing, muscles loose and ready, if not a little shaky- it's hard work to hold a pose!
The best part? When done right, yoga doesn't hurt during or after. You just feel loosened up.
So, on my off days of training for this bike ride through Virginia wine country, I'm going to do yoga to keep my body limber and to stretch my sore, cardio ass kicked muscles. You should too.
Namaste,
Nay
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