An hour ago, the Vinyasa was winning. I would feel amazing as I always do after yoga, and proud for having gone. Now that I would have to leave soon to get there on time, I realize that a glass of wine or two might be just as therapeutic. And in order for the wine not to sabotage my sleep, I have to drink it several hours before bedtime. Otherwise I will wake up just 2-3 hours after going to bed and not be able to get back to sleep.
I did work out today. I did leg weights and then 18 minutes on the treadmill in my barefoot shoes. You can't just go out and run in those things. You have to train your feet to handle the lack of support.
It's day I-don't-know-what of having absolutely no schedule or routine and it's pretty rough. Christmas Abbott inspired me to get out of bed this morning and go to the gym. Here she is:
I mean really, if that doesn't inspire you to work out, I don't know what will.
Ugh, I should do yoga.
Nonononono.
I do yoga because it makes me feel good, and increases my flexibility. I've got terrible flexibility. Especially in my hips and calves.
Maybe I'll start my routine when my class schedule starts up next week.
I just texted Shelly and asked if having a couple glasses of wine was the same as doing yoga. She said it is. I think I'm in the clear.
Wine it is!
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