So I think – yoga - piece of cake. That’s my little positive phrase I tell myself before races. I look a little crazy at Triathlons – muttering on the beach “piece of cake” while I eyeball the surf and wait for the horn to start the race. My thought is that I need to build a lot of core and inner strength to support my back with it now blown disk. My mother had a blown disk and over years developed bone spurs. So I am trying to take the long view and figure how I physically get into the most positive place with my back. I have never been super strong on my core – always had a little belly even before I had a kid although I now routinely blame it on the kid. Totally unfair since I know Ironman women who have kids and they are taut stomachs. Taut is a word I have never associated with my stomach/belly area.
I am a little tight from all the running in the last couple of years but really this will be gentle conditioning to strengthen my core and back muscles. 30 minutes into a class, I am sweating and sweating hard like it’s the back half a marathon. My back creaks and pops like it’s extending out and I get a weird blood rush when that happens. I have read lowering blood measure suddenly causes a head rush and yoga is known to do lower blood pressure. It’s like yoga is my chiropractor. I sit out anything when I feel is not going to happen – a lot of back arching is tricky since my injury is the most lower back (between 15 and 16).
The next day, I wince a lot. It sucks because those days I swim. I actually haven’t been able to bike between the two. I did a lot of yoga around 15 years ago so I am not a total newbie, it’s just my body can’t do what 30-something Katie used to do. Forget about remembering Gymnastics when I was a teenager when we used to spend hours working on flipping and bending. I didn’t last in that - I was much happier in field hockey. I got rid of my teenage aggression by running over other little girls. We were mean and we wore skirts. Field hockey was probably a great sport for a young girl trying to figure out what being feminine meant. They gave you skirts, wooden sticks and tiny little ankle pads and said GO WIN.
Recently, I went to a small spin/yoga studio and it was awesome. The people were a mixed age group. The teacher had an assistant going around helping people. She asked if they were any people with injuries. I waved my hand. The studio was nice and warm and the class pretty mixed which was nice. I did OK for what was probably an intermediate class. My legs got a bit shaky and I was a sweaty mess but felt loose.
I miss the solitude of running and biking. I need quiet time. I have been walking with my husband as he walks for exercise and it’s kind of nice to do that together. I feel like a dork that I had bailed on doing walks with him because walking hand in hand on a sunny day is so good. Sometimes life gets so busy, I ignore the simple. Did you know that holding hands stimulates the release of oxytocin – natural high!
|On a walk with husband|