Withdrawing in a good way

I went into town today.  A lot of people want my money - for not a lot in return.

Christmas shopping did not come easily to me.  I eventually went into Nero one last time before chasing TSK away.  I posted on Twitter and there was advertising for a brand that I don't even remember now.  It really pissed me off.

So I took this photo in the Peace Gardens and posted it on Instagram (which seems safe for now) and promised myself to take a photo every day.

I continued to hot foot away from town, stopping in at one indie store on my way home, then giving a couple of bananas to a homeless guy on my way out of Sainsburys which felt better.

I got home, a place which has also been disturbing me and set about reconfiguring the living room.  It's a little scary but it's pretty sound changes.  I'm still getting used to it but I think I like it.

TSK is going to get a surprise when he comes home.  (I'm posting this to soften the blow!).

My next project? Moving the yoga studio out of the loft and into the heated part of the house!

After I finished moving the living room around I sat down to eat my dinner and do a few little bits of christmas shopping on line.  I completed my British Cycling survey which seemed to be very keen to know about how much money I spend on cycling.

The final question was, "Outside of cycling which Brand name best describes you?"

I typed, "I have no idea what to say to this."  Hit send, and closed my computer.

Physyoga

Refreshing to go for a sports massage with a new person today.  Gave me a few insights into my weird physiquie.  A hip joint which is too open is thought to be caused by a hip socket which is too small for the ball joint allowing my left leg to flop lithely all over the place whilst the right one is stiff and awkward most of the time.

It doesn't help that this is the one I sit over on.  It explains why I can't stretch my left hamstring very well.  I have to really work to stretch it straight above my head.  I do have to carry on with the exercises my AXA physio has given me though.

I have some hip and pelvis strengthening exercises to do  to help me stabilise the lot.

There's a theory on my knee pain that is either slightly damaged cartilledge hooking up on ligaments as they pass and causing the wretching pain or ligament damage.  Not treatable unless it's severe but who wants surgery anyway?  The evil man (he was nice really) poked and manipulated my knee about trying to make it go ow so he could identify the point but to no avail.  This gave me great hope that I have at last worked through it.

I feel very tough for riding out a physio session after going out for my first ever Dark Peak road run last night.  Debbie thought I was insane and I thought I missed Roy who I understand is usually the source of much waiting.  So my muscles ached tonight.  Questions I asked about how I stretch this muscle were answered with a jabbing finger in the wrong bits of fleshy stuff and a yelp from me.  Perhaps my sports massages are well out of date again.

Finally, a sound bit of advice.  I was hesitant about listening to warning advice about my yoga practice, though this was qualified with, "having done it for the past 3 years" and I was reminded that yoga is a stationary form of exercise and very different to running, cycling etc. the things that I love lots.  I have no plans to give up yoga, especially given all of the success and joy it has added to my life over the last 12 months but it is definitely time to let some more of the active sports back into my life... and by that I mean keeping up my running and getting around to that swimming thing... because there will always be room for the bike.

Yoga Every Damn Day - Sometimes Twice

The great thing about running last night was I got to start my day with yoga today - as I do every Tuesday.  This morning, though, I was away from home and after a night of waking up in a hotel room in a panic because my husband wasn't breathing (he wasn't there), I hit the snooze button several times, limiting my yoga practice to 30 minutes before breakfast.  (I'd better not keep the minion waiting again).

Before I went away, I gave the aforementioned husband free reign to stay out with his friends tonight so I am home alone until he crawls in from the pub to reheat his own dinner.

I am indulging in loft time, lotus position and a good hour of space in my head.

It's quite a cluttered space at the moment and I hope a good hour of clarity and peace might just do me some filing for tomorrow.

Living in the moment

I was going to take a picture of my outstretched legs complete with comfy cat to show everyone my yoga pose for today,  to show me,  living in the moment,  at peace with the world, just me and my girl.  See how unhurried I am about training or going to work. I love rest days.

But by the time I got my phone to log into my accounts here,  there, wherever,  the cat had gone.

This is why my new laptop will have to last as long as my house. I don't want to pack boxes or change my passwords ever again.

In the time it took for me to write this she is back and now I can't move!