I am paying attention to myself.
I had planned to take all 3 classes today, to get ready for Advanced Class (!) starting next week. You have to be able to take back to back beginners classes before getting to go to Advanced. I can, and have, just wanted to do it a few more times before the big day!
Buuuuuuut. I hate mornings. I hate waking up. And I am not a big fan of practicing early in the day.
I didn’t want to practice yesterday, but forced myself to go in and stuck the whole class out. After the warm up, I still didn’t want to be there. At the end of the standing series, spine strengthening series, at the end of class I just wasn’t feeling it. And, my lets were hurting.
Last night after class, I swung into GNC and picked up this:
Yeah. The anorexic yoga chick bought weight gainer. AND drank some. AND really needs to buy a blender ball, because chunks are gross! Otherwise it wasn’t too horrible. I slept like a freaking rock, like I’ve never slept before. This morning, I feel huge! Like I weigh 158743 pounds. But my muscles feel more recovered than normal. I think it’s not the worst thing in the world. I know that I need fuel to practice.
And right now. I still don’t want to! Two in a row with my innards throwing a tantrum about this yoga that I love so passionately? Something is off. I’m listening to my body and going back to bed.