one step forward, one step to the side
Jan. 21st, 2014 08:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
baronessekatLast week I made it to both Yoga class and Aquafit. I was rather proud of myself for doing so.
Yesterday I had every intention of going to the gym after work. I even packed my gym bag with both work out clothes and my swim suit and towel.
After Wednesday I won't be able to go into the pool for three weeks due to getting some touch up done on the At-ore tattoo.
I got in the car and, luckily I looked before driving to the gym, saw that I had left said gym bag at home. Sadly I know me. I knew I'd go home, kick of the snow boots so I could go in and go to the bathroom without tracking snow through the house, say hello to the 4-feets and end up not going back out. And that is exactly what happened. Only, this time, rather than do all that and then change out of work clothes into after-work clothes, I made myself change into my work-out clothes and put on my Yoga DVD and do the hour.
It was nice as it's a different routine and positions than what my class does. Grimmy, however, did not know what to make of it and every time I was in either downward dog or crane, he'd come running up to me and lick my face. And when I was in the cool down phase of laying on my back to stretch he tried to get my to play "pus" or "blue thing" (two of his toys that he likes to play tug and fetch with).
When I changed into around the house clothes, I packed the bag for yoga this morning. But... when I woke up at 0500 I was hit with a rather nasty headache. I took some headache powder and opted to go back to bed for an hour rather than try to push through a 0600 yoga class.
But the bag is in the car and hopefully I can get myself to go do laps in the pool and maybe on the track before heading out to Baronial 12th Night. That's the plan anyways. Hopefully the plans won't change upon first engagement with the enemy.
Yesterday I had every intention of going to the gym after work. I even packed my gym bag with both work out clothes and my swim suit and towel.
After Wednesday I won't be able to go into the pool for three weeks due to getting some touch up done on the At-ore tattoo.
I got in the car and, luckily I looked before driving to the gym, saw that I had left said gym bag at home. Sadly I know me. I knew I'd go home, kick of the snow boots so I could go in and go to the bathroom without tracking snow through the house, say hello to the 4-feets and end up not going back out. And that is exactly what happened. Only, this time, rather than do all that and then change out of work clothes into after-work clothes, I made myself change into my work-out clothes and put on my Yoga DVD and do the hour.
It was nice as it's a different routine and positions than what my class does. Grimmy, however, did not know what to make of it and every time I was in either downward dog or crane, he'd come running up to me and lick my face. And when I was in the cool down phase of laying on my back to stretch he tried to get my to play "pus" or "blue thing" (two of his toys that he likes to play tug and fetch with).
When I changed into around the house clothes, I packed the bag for yoga this morning. But... when I woke up at 0500 I was hit with a rather nasty headache. I took some headache powder and opted to go back to bed for an hour rather than try to push through a 0600 yoga class.
But the bag is in the car and hopefully I can get myself to go do laps in the pool and maybe on the track before heading out to Baronial 12th Night. That's the plan anyways. Hopefully the plans won't change upon first engagement with the enemy.
