Pitaiyo on Sunday afternoon was killer. I thought I'd go to the gym that afternoon because I hadn't done anything the day before, and in my twisted mind, if I take more than one day off, I'll gain 5 pounds and lose half my muscle. So I went, thinking, "It's just Pitaiyo. How bad can it be?"
I will never learn.
Have I already told you that Pitaiyo is a combination of Pilates, Tai Chi, and yoga? Pilates works the core, Tai Chi makes you sweat, and the yoga calms your mind while your muscles are screaming.
The Tai part is pretty easy, and the yo part wasn't too awful. I was hanging in there until close to the end, when the instructor demonstrated Warrior 3. I know it doesn't look bad, but I'm telling you this is the most unnatural position to try to get your body into. However, because you are face-down, your nose makes a handy spot for dripping sweat onto your mat.
If you really want to see what it looks like, go here. I've tried four times to paste the photo and the ole blog just won't take it today.
Anyway, I lived through the tai and yo portions. Then we got to the Pi part and I thought I would die trying to do a reverse bridge with leg lifts. So I learned my lesson and will hereafter forevermore refrain from Sunday afternoon Pitaiyo.
Maybe. I reserve the right to change my mind because apparently I enjoy suffering.
Monday was uneventful. Tuesday I went to the gym and then Abbie and I went to donate blood. I gave my pint while listening to the flurry of activity behind me, where someone had passed out because he had his legs crossed. Then Abbie and I went shopping and I bought a cute dress. I actually found two, but decided one was enough. I have no idea why.
And now here we are at Wednesday, getting ready to go to the gym. It's a Strive day, so I'm happy to say there's no yo.
Be thankful ~