I have yoga’d again this eve, but my heart wasn’t in it. I could not centre myself, or remain present in the moment. I could not force myself to hold the downward facing dog with my head dangling and the blood pounding in my ears. I could not let the light in me bow to or honour the light in others. Continue reading
I was going to go for a run today, but then spent the day in Cambridge visiting a friend, checked the pedometer on my phone on the way home and saw I’d already hit 15,000 steps. My average is 7000, I’m a fairly sedentary being, so I decided I’d covered enough distance for one day.
Instead, I’ve just tried yoga for the first time ever. Continue reading
On the plus side, I’ve got to 7 days, which is further than last time. On the other hand, I was a rubbish climber today. Couldn’t complete any of the routes I tried. There’s a route on the traversing wall that I tried over and over again, unable to get past the same point. And on the other walls, same problem every time: heights. I’m scared to fall. I get to a certain height, and I know I can climb higher, but I’m too afraid of what happens if I make a mistake, or how I’ll get down again. I don’t know how to get past the fear. What if I can’t? I love climbing, it’s the first physical exercise that I’ve ever really enjoyed apart from dancing. I don’t have a fear of heights in general, so I don’t know why now. I’m so frustrated.
I’ll be honest, what I’ve done today probably doesn’t really qualify. I’ve done a few squats and lunges, some push ups and planks. I feel guilty, but also completely drained. Continue reading
I was a bit naughty today. I decided that now I am a proper exercising person, I could have proper exercising clothing, so I sneaked (snuck?) into Primarni on the way home from work and splashed out on exciting new leggings with neon reflective waves down them. You know, because in the eventuality that my tri-weekly gambols around the neighbourhood evolve into serious running and I cannot fit all of my serious runs into daylight hours, I’ll need to be able to be seen by oncoming traffic. Continue reading
I’ve just spent an hour and a half dancing in my bedroom. And I’m counting it as my exercise for the day, I don’t care! Continue reading
Day 3. That is 1/10 of the way through. Not that I’m counting. Continue reading