The problem with yoga
I'm trying for the umpteenth time to incorporate yoga into my weekly routine. I find, however, that it is impossible for me to participate in an activity that I'm not supposed to inhale mass quantities of food beforehand. When I come home from a long day at work, what wins out? Not my yoga DVD, but a fabulous, well-earned dinner washed down with some decent French red wine. Now if I was supposed to get on my trainer or even go out for another ride - totally do-able given the contents of my fat belly. But to get on the floor and bend and twist and heave-ho is a recipe for something far messier than Momo's litterbox.
First thing in the morning? Doesn't work either. That is time preciously carved out for sleeping til the 8th hour, putting lunch together, checking that the bike will roll, and heading out the door.
I know it's good for me, but it's just not meant to be. Thxvmch.
4 comments:
I have it...
Yoga ON the bike. Nothing like pulling a Monkey King Chief while hitting 35 with a tailwind.
Oohhhh possibly, until it becomes the latest trend and they start giving away a yoga mat with every fixie. Then I'll finally have to kill them all.
You mean like top tube pads and cards in your spokes?
rock on.
Don't get me wrong, my friends and I have our fair share of spokecards, but we also RIDE our bikes. A lot. Not to be confused with the sub-species that poses around town trying to perfect that no-handed track stand so they can land that hot chick with the striped socks.
See BSNY for more signs of the Fixie Apocalypse.
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