Lifting sometimes makes me so sore that I don't even want to help myself feel better...
I don't want to stretch, I don't want to roll on balls, I don't even want a massage.
The problem is that when I am lifting. I feel like the queen of the land. Queen. Of. The. Land. I often do too much, too heavy. But I just love it. It's my happy place. I'm in 100% ...OK, OK, you get it.
Yoga is the absolute opposite. Every tiny atom of my being hates doing it. HATES.
Hate...Now that is a strong word - and we love strong so...anyhow, I pretty much fucking hate yoga. It's like poking an angry bear with a stick. I'm the angry bear and yoga is the poking...grrr.
But after yoga, I get it, I get it. I feel all the kinds of good and my body loves me. So I continue to take this gristly little nugget called my body along...
Here's me re-enacting the pose I hated the most this week. Argh, the twisty bends.
I'm probably not doing it exactly right because I don't have my yoga instructor's knee in my back but, you get the picture. Angry. Bear.
Anna Brown is an average though super keen