Well, it’s getting on to mid September and I think I’m out of excuses.
The evenings are too short for kayaking; by the time I’m home from work there isn’t time to load up the kayak, get to the river and get in a good paddle before dark. It’s weekends only ’til the snow flies.
I’ve test driven my rehabbed knees, hips and ankles, but running isn’t near the joy it used to be.
Hockey season approaches (I can’t believe it’s less than two weeks away) and I’ve been a little lax in my home practice, so I’ve gotta work the core to make sure I don’t pull a groin muscle.
The itch is there, I’m ready to go bask, so tonight is it, off to the studio for the yoga/Pilates double; time to pay the piper. Again.
Funny thing, though, I don’t think it will be that bad. When I started running again my stride was off and my wind wasn’t really there, but neither my wind nor my body gave out on me. Over the next couple of weeks my stride, my wind and my body all adapted pretty quickly. My old carcase seems to be pretty adaptable, and I really don’t think my aerobics will be a problem.
Plus, the similarity between paddling hard (in a kayak) and the Russian Twist (a core exercise we often do in Inferno Pilates) is remarkable leaves me thinking my core won’t going to be that badly off, either.
The only thing got me thinking Imma pay the price? 2-½ hours. That’s what I’m planning on tonight, 90 minutes yoga, followed by an hour of Pilates.
Cover me boys, I’m going in.
Wish me luck.
