30 Day Yoga: Session 1

I have been having a tough time getting back into a work out routine, lately, and I can’t put a finger on exactly why. All I know is that the motivation to actually go to the gym has gone.
But that’s about to change. I’ve put my foot down, to myself, and decided that I WILL be going to Barcelona next year. By that time, I want to be fit, living a healthy life and comfortable in a bikini. I have no designs to be ‘skinny’ but I want to build muscle and tone.

I also believe that doing yoga helps me center myself and delve into areas of my mind I don’t normally go. I will be doing NaNoWriMo and I’m very excited. I plan to do a psychological thriller (with a bit of romance, of course) and as this one is a bit more sinister, I NEED to go into that dark place.

Anyway, so I did the first session of 30 Day Yoga, after I did my ab workout, and I loved it. The instructor is great, she has a nice voice and she lead the session well. I plan to write other posts following my sessions but, trust me, they will not be as long as this one! At the end of the post is the link to the video that I used, if you do this one, let me know how it goes and join me for the rest of the month! (Session 1 = September 4th)

The Session:

The thing that I did not like is that my belly is still bloated. One heavy breath and my hard lines become mush. I did not like the fact that during the flat back I almost threw up, pressing my belly against my thighs. I did not like the fact that it’s almost impossible to rock back and hold. I did not like the fact that I struggled going from downward dog to runners lunge. I did not like the fact that I could barely hold a position because I only do yoga in the park every other Sunday and have not yet gained the level of stamina and balance that’s required when doing basic positions comfortably and…and..and..

I could go on and on but instead I will make myself a promise. I promise to take better care of your body. I promise to go through the 30 Day Yoga until the very end. I promise to make an effort to tone my body, build muscle and create a fitness routine that is conducive to my Barcelona Goals!

 

Link To Video

Jade

Ending the Summer Semester with Yoga

Sunday is my favorite day of the week.

I have always loved Sundays. It’s not because of church, I don’t go. It’s not because I’m off work, I used to. It’s because the day calls to me. I wake up and I feel happy, even when I’m sad. The vibes of every sunrise and settling of every sunset cleanses my aura.

This semester was a little tough for me. I had a lot going on. I finished writing Phoenix (Yay!), I also finished revising Phoenix (Yay!). I’m also actively trying to find a new apartment, only 12 days left and still no luck! I had just started a new job at the beginning of the summer so I’ve been training for that. On top of everything, one of my professors was very rude. Let’s just say it wasn’t the smoothest semester.

That being said, I discovered some things about the city. I found out that they do yoga in the park every single Sunday. This same park has a farmer’s market with loads of fresh fruits, music, vendors and crafts. In all the time that I’ve lived here I had no idea about this. Farmer’s markets are my favorite. I’m a big fan of fresh produce, especially if it’s locally grown. It transformed my Sundays.

Now that I have, what I would consider, a stable office job, I don’t work on Sundays. My heart is so happy. Gone are the worries of the week. Gone are the rushes of homework. The only thing that is alive and well, on Sunday, is my soul. My soul loves yoga and all things meditation. It loves introspection and worry free analysis.

Yoga feeds my soul.

The instructor says “Set your intentions for your practice today. What are you trying to get out of your yoga session? What do you think will set your week off on the right path?” My answer, for the last 5 weeks, has been ‘peace’. I need peace. I’m a worrier. I freak out. It doesn’t have to be about something bad or something big. I worry about if I’ll finish reading a book in time. I worry if my food will be gross even though I’ve cooked a dish a million times. I worry about my guy on his way to work and I worry about him on his way home.

I just need peace. My mind is tired but always running. It’s filled with spiraling thoughts and battle scenes. Every Sunday I stumble over to yoga with mat, towel, water bottle and $5 in tow to get the peace that I need to survive.

Then I survive.