Yoga, You Hurt SO GOOD

Apparently, I pushed harder the past two days than I had originally thought, I am very stiff. It was one of those days where I got up, my legs (and butt) automatically hated me and I could barely touch my toes. I knew one thing... Today couldn't be a rest day. Today, I had to do yoga.

Drexel University's Recreation Center (where I work) offers free fitness classes like cycling, body pump, body combat, Pilates, Zumba, and yoga. I have only ever done yoga (there at least), and I would ideally like to attend classes weekly. I know that Monday's classes in particular are more restorative yoga and less power yoga, which is exactly what the doctor ordered. I grabbed my mat and headed out.

Class started slow with nice stretches: ahh, just what I needed. The first half of class was slow and helping me to stretch out all the tight spots. My butt was stiff from all of the squats and lunges. My legs were sore from biking and running, my arms were sore from burpees. My abs hurt from my 30 day ab challenge. Overall, I was a big stiff mess.

The weird thing is, I LOVE IT. I am not some masochist, but there is something amazing about the sore feeling of muscles. Like a constant reminder of the awesome work you just did and the progress you are making. After the first half of class things started getting harder, more holds, more stretch, more angles. It was hard, but I left feeling refreshed, accomplished, less stiff/sore, and ready to kick ass again tomorrow.