I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. My knee has been giving me trouble and I’ve not been able to run as much as I’d like. I’ve also had to let go of all the running plans I’d had for this fall. I’d been feeling a little too angsty.
I needed to get back to yoga.
So, perfect timing, ACAC.
I wasn’t sure if they’d let me participate, since I’d already done the thirty days for $30 dollars thing once before, but they did.
Vinyasa with Hilary:
I checked the online schedule and decided on a Hatha flow class. I arrived very early because I wasn’t sure how long the paperwork and payment process would take.
It didn’t take long at all, and I was about 20 minutes early for class. So I was very surprised that the room was already pretty full. I was also surprised to see that Hilary was teaching. I didn’t know she taught a Hatha class.
It felt like class started early. Surely I hadn’t been sitting there for twenty minutes already.
We moved quickly and worked HARD. My legs were shaking and I was dripping sweat. Not exactly the gentle, rejuvenating class I’d been anticipating. I had already ridden my bike 42 miles that morning. I didn’t feel as though I needed another workout.
It wasn’t until I was leaving and happened to glance into another group exercise studio that I realized what I’d done. I went to the wrong studio. All the classes I’d attended in the past had been in the same studio, so I just assumed that this one would be too.
Wrong. I took the 4:15 Vinyasa class instead of the 4:30 Hatha class I thought I was taking.
Four miles on the treadmill, some push-ups and a few pull-ups on the assisted pull-up machine. Have I mentioned how much I like that thing?
But running on the treadmill wasn’t what I’d planned for that morning.
I saw on the local triathlon club’s website that they held a group run at Shenendoah Joe’s at 6 am on Thursdays (4-7 miles; all different paces). Perfect. I like to run early but don’t always feel safe by myself in the dark.
So I went. But nobody else was there. There were cars in the lot across the street though, and many athletic types congregating. They didn’t look like runners, but I wasn’t sure what triathletes look like, so I wandered over. I noticed that a lot of them were wearing matching shirts. I was the only one with a headlamp. I went over to a young girl and asked if this was a running group. She stared at me blankly for a while, then said, “Ahhhh….” the lady next to her chimed in “It’s Seal Team Training.” I thanked her and went back to my car. I drove to ACAC and hopped on the treadmill.
There was some good news, though. The “30 minute limit” signs were gone AND my treadmill didn’t shut off at 30 minutes! Woohoo!!