After the half-marathon yesterday I waited and waited for my “runners high” to hit me. Pain hit me, but no runners high. I kept waiting and waiting. Even after I woke up this morning I looked around; nope still not there. I was still a little stiff, but not as bad as I would have been if I had not gone and gotten a 90 minute massage yesterday (thank you Brenda) I was still missing something. Wasn’t quite sure what, but I knew I was out of whack some how.
One of my favorite people in the world had recommended CorePower Yoga. She has a studio out in CO Springs, and has raved for weeks about it to me. When I found out they had a studio here I had made a mental note of their schedule. It has been a while since I had been to a true yoga studio. (No, yoga classes in gyms do not count as true yoga, but that’s a topic of a separate conversation.)
I mentally went through my body check list to see if I was ok enough to actually go to a class. I knew I was going to probably struggle, but I didn’t see a reason why I could not go to class. I went back double checked the schedule and found a class that suited my abilities. Level one, what could go wrong with a level one class?
When I walked into the Falls Church studio I immediately fell in love. It had the most wonderful welcoming vibe this was definitely the ‘cool kids’ yoga. As I made my way through the class I started to feel better and better; even with all of the chair that we did. Chair is one of those poses that makes your legs scream at you. I held my own though, my legs finally calling uncle during the last iteration. The room was apparently warmer than it normally is for a level 1 class (which is usually not heated), but the sweat felt good. By the time we were done I was soaked, but unbelievably happy. I finally felt what I was expecting to feel after my race, proud and like I could leap a tall building. Apparently, my runner’s high was just stuck in a telephone booth….