You people sure like to rush off the deep end when I make ambiguous statements like I did Friday.
"Keeping quiet? Don't want to jinx it? OMG! Is Viper talking about his f'really real personal life?"
No. And, never.
I was close to logging 20 miles for the week for the first time this year. All I needed was a long run of eight miles.
Done. Now I'm talking about it. You can stop hyper-ventilating now.
And then there was the non-ambiguous statement about cat piss. Never did I mention tasting cat urine, only smelling it. A difference. There is one.
Are we all cleared up now? Good. Moving right along, then.
We have more snow. I ran in it. Eight miles with Martini on Sunday. I in my YakTrax and he, well, not.
This is how bad it was: Martini fell three times. I didn't fall once, but it felt really slick, what with all the rain that fell before the snow to create a nice bed of ice underfoot.
Also, I went to a yoga class that morning before the run.
It was pretty good. I am not someone who likes group activities. But I am someone with the opinion that one should attempt things he is not normally accustomed to liking. Because you never know until you try yadda yadda yadda.
The Yoga Lounge in nearby Hudson, Ohio, offers a free class to first-timers. (If it's free, it's for me.) It was a nice setting and the instructor was very welcoming and helpful. I was the only n00b in the class.
I am impressed with how challenging it was and with the dull ache that currently resides in a few of my muscles. And coupled with my long run, I felt pretty destroyed for the remainder of Sunday.
Prior to class I was waffling about my run. Outside it was snowing and in the low 20s. After yoga I felt loose and ready to fly.
I would go to yoga again, but it would depend on the cost.