Thursday, August 17, 2006
My Yoga Teacher is Corrupting Me!
Ok, today's workout started late because my pool opened late. Still, by 6:20 I was swimming and I got in 2650 yards. The swim wasn't that good; my 100's were so slow until I did some "get the lead out" sprints on a long rest interval.
Then I did a pleasant 4 mile walk on a hilly course; ok so far.
Then I returned a call from my yoga teacher (Vickie), stated to eat breakfast when she called me back.
She wanted to know if I was up to a ride. I had some administrative tasks (no against a time limit as yet) but the day was beautiful.
Office, doing admin stuff, or out on the beautiful trail with a fit woman in bike shorts? That was a no-brainer!
So, we headed to the Rock Island Trail to get in some miles; much to the surprise of both of us, we got in 30 miles. So you might say I did a 1.5 mile swim, 4 mile "run", (ok, walk), and a 30 mile ride "triathlon"; don't even ask me how bad my time was!
Vickie is also a farmer; she was interested in the crops that his farm was producing. So we stopped.
Oh no, you are taking my photo! My red truck is in the background.
Dang it, will you put that stupid camera away?
Later that day, we did some parter yoga practice just prior to our regular class. I thought that she would go easy: WRONG. We ended up doing 12 yoga leg-lifts instead of our usual 8, and did many of the down-dog, up-dog, chattarunga sequences. Even my shoulders got tired during this.
Then I did a pleasant 4 mile walk on a hilly course; ok so far.
Then I returned a call from my yoga teacher (Vickie), stated to eat breakfast when she called me back.
She wanted to know if I was up to a ride. I had some administrative tasks (no against a time limit as yet) but the day was beautiful.
Office, doing admin stuff, or out on the beautiful trail with a fit woman in bike shorts? That was a no-brainer!
So, we headed to the Rock Island Trail to get in some miles; much to the surprise of both of us, we got in 30 miles. So you might say I did a 1.5 mile swim, 4 mile "run", (ok, walk), and a 30 mile ride "triathlon"; don't even ask me how bad my time was!
Vickie is also a farmer; she was interested in the crops that his farm was producing. So we stopped.
Oh no, you are taking my photo! My red truck is in the background.
Dang it, will you put that stupid camera away?Later that day, we did some parter yoga practice just prior to our regular class. I thought that she would go easy: WRONG. We ended up doing 12 yoga leg-lifts instead of our usual 8, and did many of the down-dog, up-dog, chattarunga sequences. Even my shoulders got tired during this.
