or: Back In The Saddle Again
Oh yoga, I’ve missed you. It’s been far too long. The flexibility is still there (elastic bands for muscles, anyone?) but the muscle strength needs to be rebuilt again.
While I’m at it, I’m also delighted that I didn’t faceplant the pavement the very second I got off the bike, since it was also the first time I spent any length of time in that saddle in a long while.
So all in all, a good evening. Definitely high on endorphins.
The legs refuse, however, to confirm that they won’t decide to suddenly turn to jelly and give out in the shower. Indecisive bastards.
Next goal: reassemble the swim bag. Need to get back into swimming.
The Feathered Rose 