lighting up the whole sky

Tonight, I went on my fastest 1.5 mile run yet. Then, I came home and knew that I needed to immediately do yoga (it’s a quick post-run yoga that really stretches you out so you’re not sore the next day.)

I have done this particular sequence several times after runs, and I find that it really has me focusing and stretching all the muscles that tighten soon after I do my yoga, sit down, and relax for the evening. Taking that twenty minutes does wonders for me feeling crappy the next day.

Because Jeff and I were doing laundry tonight, I need a fast dinner pre-laundromat (oh, the days when we can have a house and laundry at home!) So I cut up a sweet potato into crinkle fries, seasoned with olive oil and curry, stuck it in the oven at 400, and went to do my yoga.

After it was over, I realized that after the Namaste, and the reminder that all beautiful yoga videos come out of Canada, there was a quote that I had never noticed/seen before, either in this video or around the Internet:

Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth
“You owe me”
Look what happens with a love like that
It lights the whole sky

And so, I leave you with that, to interpret how you see fit. I think it’s a lovely thought, and it energized me on this Wednesday night.

Happy almost-Thursday, my friends.

Namaste.

A continued battle: my feet.

Now, all of you who are constant readers know that my feet and I don’t always get along. As I type, I am rolling my feet on tennis balls, hoping to loosen my muscles before Yoga tonight. They tend to get tight during Yoga, when I need them to keep me in tree or triangle or warrior 3, and so I am hoping this will help the day.

Last night, I jumped on an elliptical machine, hoping to try something new. I set the time to twenty minutes, after spending five minutes trying to figure out exactly how to WORK the machine. (it kept telling me my target heart rate of 160 was unsafe, what?) Then I just listened to my tunes, trying not to fall off the machine or knock anyone around me. This proved harder than I thought, and around minute 10 I was sure I was going to fall off. I tried to hold onto the longer supports with my hands, but that only made it worse, and I nearly flung myself into the bike machines. So I kept them on the middle supports, heart rate monitor broken.

My feet slowly revolted, saying “no, thanks” and I began to slow down. I eventually got off (at 20 minutes) and went over to the bikes. Ahh, 10 minutes of a hard cardio workout. That’s better. Nikki insists if I walk on an incline or run I’ll be OK, but after my feet hurting that much, I don’t know. I guess I’ll only know if I try, which I intend to do: soon. Real soon. For now, I’ll stick to 11 mile bike rides, yoga, and the occasional kick boxing.

What are all of you doing for exercise these days?