Run Lola Run

Well, the dream (the yoga teacher dream) got a little shattered yesterday. Actually, that’s unfair to say. (And can anything get a “little” shattered?) Anyway, on the advice of many people, I decided to try out CorePower Yoga. It’s a yoga studio in town that I’ve wanted to try out for sometime, and yesterday provided an opportunity. It was a good experience, but not altogether enjoyable, and definitely not the studio for me. I realized that I do not like heated yoga, I do not like doing yoga in front of a mirror, and I especially do not like doing heated yoga in front of a mirror in a tiny, cramped little studio with no room to move. Plus, it didn’t seem like a beginner’s class to me. The instructor moved way too fast. Yes, I know it’s power yoga and therefore vinyasa, but this class was supposed to be the total newbie class—or so I thought. Anyway, I really like my home practice. I like my yoga time truly being my time and having some peace to it. And being able to decide what I feel like doing. I guess perhaps I’m not doing every single asana correctly, and I could use some teacher adjustment, but it’ll be awhile before I try another class. I’d like to see if Jane is still teaching—I really enjoyed working with her, and something about her classes just felt right. Anyway, it was a good experience. I don’t think I’ll be going through teacher training for quite awhile, and when I do, I’ll definitely be doing it at the Yoga Center.

Well, true to Minnesota style, 6-8 inches of snow is on its way towards me…we’re supposed to have “heavy snow” tomorrow. UGH. When will winter end? Luckily I managed to get in a fantastic long run today—7.75 miles (a little short) at a spot-on pace of 9:28. Yay! I was thrilled as I walked up to my front door…only to discover that one of my worst running fears had come true. I HAD LOST MY KEYS SOMEWHERE ALONG MY (ALMOST) 8 MILE ROUTE. ARGH!!! I ran over to the Basilica, where I managed to catch Abe as he was leaving Mass. It would be $100 to replace my apartment keys, so he suggested that we walk my route and look for my keys. I was pretty agreeable until about 1.5 miles in, and then I got pretty whiny. I had already run (almost) 8 miles! I was tired and my hips hurt. So, Abe and I got pretty crabby with each other (although we were mostly crabby with our respective selves), had a little tiff, but kept walking the route. We made up around mile 4. I suggested at mile 5 that we just head home by taking a shortcut, and not do the full route. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I become that the keys had fallen out in front of my front door—I simply didn’t look down when I realized they were missing. So we headed back, and caught up with my running route for the last mile. We got back to the spot where my original route had diverged, and lo and behold, Abe saw my keys sitting on a transformer box! How we didn’t see them 2 hours earlier, I don’t know—they were only a mile from home. Dangit! But I was happy to have them back, and happy to know that I wouldn’t have to give One Ten Grant any more of my hard-earned money. I also realized that we were fortunate to have walked the way that we did—if we would’ve turned around at my first temper tantrum, we probably would’ve taken a different way back and not seen the keys at all. Then surely, the 6-8 inches of snow tomorrow would’ve buried them. Anyway, it was extremely fortunate, and I’m grateful. I will now secure my keys before every run with a safety pin.

But boy, my legs are tired. And extra calories that I might have burned walking 7 miles promptly got replaced by a chocolate cupcake with raspberry buttercream frosting from the Wedge Co-op. YUM. Thank you Abe. ☺

posted by Lola @ 5:37 PM