After sagely realising a few weeks ago that I was doing too many different classes a week and working out more than my body can handle… I naturally still managed to convince myself that it would be a good idea to do 3 classes in a row last Saturday.
My warped reasoning was that I’d already taken some time out the week before, (and hello, that was because of the flu) I should be able to bounce back feeling recharged and ready to go.
And I was, but not for 3 hours straight.
The result? Last Sunday I was as productive as a dish rag. Couldn’t even find the motivation to bathe my cat like I normally do.
Even worse, the spillover effect was that I was still pretty useless in class on Monday too.
(Additional note to self: Do not eat less than 2 hours before going for class, or any kind of spinning is seriously not going to be any fun. I don’t know how Po.lita manages to eat practically a full meal along with soup an hour before class and still be fine, but I definitely can’t do it.)
After listening to my whining for the umpteenth time, my husband said, “Funny huh, how it’s only now that you’re rediscovering how your body works.”
To which I snapped, “There is no Re-discovering, only Discovering!”
The sad fact is, since I spent my entire youth and early adulthood avoiding all forms of exercise like the plague, I am just only now truly discovering what my physical capabilities and limits are.
And as I have discovered recently, they are nowhere close to what I aspire towards.
So I admit that I bit off a little more than I could chew by signing up for the studio’s unlimited class promo, and was running myself ragged trying to do more than I can comfortably handle. In my attempts to get my money’s worth out of the promo, I ended up kicking yoga to the curb, and the beautiful pole in my living room has to make do with attention from my cats.
Sigh. Well, we learn by making mistakes right?