Today's Mile and Yoga Story

Today's Mile was 12'34." I'm pretty sure it was from running faster, not more. I ran the same distances as I did Monday (this driveway to that street, that street to that corner, etc...).

I learned a very important lesson today, too: Don't run on trash day before the trucks have come. I nearly barfed a couple of times. What the hell do people put in their trash?

I'm also taking yoga twice a week and my friend Sarah is about to put me on a hardcore strength training program. I am surprisingly good at yoga. I'm much more flexible than I though I was (blame that on the honeymoon, wink, wink!).

However.

There is this one move called The Plow. For those of you not familiar with the yoga lingo, it looks like this:



It is pretty painful, even for skinny people. You end up staring at your belly button face-to-face.

If only I'd had that luxury. My boobs and belly are so big that if we stayed there for more than oh, say, ONE SECOND, my chesticles threatened to permanently cut off my air supply and my belly was not just staring me in the face, but squishing my nose. Much like this:



Hopefully as the weeks go on, my body will no longer try to kill me.

Keep on running!

Mrs. Non-Runner