I was back in the saddle again.
Did I actually go to the gym five days a week for a month straight? Somebody please tell my body that!
During yoga last night, muscles felt like they had shriveled, and were as taught as uncooked spaghetti. I went from feeling Xena strong in my warriors to feeling like a scurvy little foot-soldier. And my modified side plank . . .well, I am still giggling over that one.
The only thing that felt natural, that felt right, was my relaxation posture.
This morning I returned to spin. I had just reached the point where my butt didn't hurt anymore. Two hours later, I am cringing at the thought of sitting on anything other than a nice cushion. I did manage to stand -- both straight and Lance-like -- it's a good thing my focus was on a recovery ride, as suggested, because my heart rate was just not getting up there.
Oh, the irony. After two weeks of trying to control the damn thing, I couldn't barely get it started today, and I was PEDALING!
Tomorrow is muscle conditioning. I am all aquiver with joy . . . .
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