30 minutes of yoga after work is a gift! Yesterday I collapsed on to my bed and crawled out of my coat and boots, ready to decompress on the couch as usual. I had a thought though-I should do yoga-which I mumbled just loud enough for Zoe to hear. She made the finger in the air gesture and jumped up to start the DVD. At first it felt like she was merely excited to get me occupied so she could play her video game without interruptions for a while...but next thing I know she's standing in Mountain Pose in the glow of the tv. So we kicked some junk out of the way and did some serious yoga together. The cats really love this floor time. They hop all around us and even participate. I swear that Gus was doing a Child's Pose on command.
*I know this sounds like a whiny cop out. Running is always possible. Cory is the type of person who runs just to get places. Like from downtown to his house, more than once I think. But unlike all these ultra runners I read about, I allow myself some rest time. I work a physically demanding job. I walk 2 miles to and from my train. I cook, I coach my kid to do homework, I wash our clothes and this week I even folded them and put them away. I have a fledgling social life. And I'm enjoying all of it, I wouldn't want to cut into it much more with running. Maybe I bit off more than I could chew with this marathon. I guess I'll know for sure when/if I get there.
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