Yoga!

It's Monday I need to run. Tuesday, I'll run. Wednesday, don't need to run. Thursday I should run. Friday, I can rest. Saturday, it's my long run day. Sunday, I can relax. Monday...

This has been my pattern, my rhythm, for the last several months. In fact it's become such a pattern that when I miss a scheduled day I have phantom symptoms from not running, like when the amputee can feel their leg but it's no longer there. I've got running on the brain 24-7.

My injury seems to be doing just fine and I continue to take it day-by-day. I have not felt any major pain in over a week (even after running 6 miles last Saturday). I've been trying to do a variety of activities on my non-running days. Wednesday night Rachel and I went to a Yoga class.

I'm a big fan of Yoga. This exercise / philosophy was one of the most relaxing experiences I can remember. Let me back up a bit and recap the night. Before we left our apartment Rachel said, "Make sure you wear comfortable clothes". I knew just what I was going to wear, my 1996 Aerosmith concert t-shirt from the bottom of my dresser drawer and orange UT shorts to match. I modeled my outfit for Rachel and she approved. When we arrived at the Yoga studio there was a Yoga bouncer at the front of the door taking down names. I felt like I was entering some hip Miami South Beach club. I was disappointed to find out that the only reason they take down names is to get a head count of how many people can be in the class. Yoga is a very popular class and we were numbers 46 and 47.

Jack Johnson was playing in the background, I guess to set the mood. I can totally see Mr. Johnson digging Yoga, it was a nice choice for music. We got our Yoga mats and blocks. The blocks, as Rachel explained, "If you need to cheat you can use this, you know if you can't reach all the way down to the floor or something". We finally found our spots and I noticed I kept getting strange stares. I finally realized, after I looked around the studio, that I was the only male in the entire class. Rachel was wonderful at easy my anxiety, "They're probably thinking 'Oh I wish my boyfriend would come to yoga class with me'". I couldn't agree more with Rachel, that was precisely the reason they were staring at me. After a few minutes of talking the instructor started class.

50 minutes later I was a happier, more relaxed man. If you haven't tried it you're missing out on a great opportunity. I'm defiantly game to do Yoga again. Nomis Day!