I did an hour of PiYo yesterday. I lost count of the number of times I had to go into child’s pose. It’s ok…Chalene says we don’t have to ask to go into child’s pose. We just can. I can run a half marathon, but I can’t do 4 burpees in a row without losing the ability to stand up straight. It’s all about balance, right?
My left shin hit a crankiness level that concerned me enough to not do my recovery run on Sunday. Not that Saturday’s run warranted a recovery run. 8 miles of dead legs, tight calves and shins, and an overall off feeling. Imagine my surprise when I hit save and see a 9:30 overall pace with a 149 average heart rate. I guess it didn’t suck as bad as it felt.
Today is Mr. Neon’s birthday. He requested spaghetti and meatballs, French bread, and cinnamon rolls for his birthday dinner. Carbs = happiness.
That’s all I’ve got today. Short and sweet.