December 19, 2016

There is a reason they call yoga “practice”...

So one thing I vowed to add into my competition training is yoga. I’m not particularly worried about downward dog showing up in a WOD but I am worried about aches, pains, and my overall inflexibility.

My friend Ally Grubba, teaches what is called Yinyoga on Sunday nights at Cleveland Yoga. If you live or work on the East of of Cleveland you need to check it out. The best way I can describe Yinyoga is “Yoga for beginners being practiced in the underpants of Satan”. Was that descriptive enough? Basically this is short bus yoga in a really hot room. Perfect for a CrossFitter like me...

I find it really good as a supplement to CrossFit because it allows me an hour to decompress from the stresses in my week and the aches that come with lifting heavy objects. The class itself meets all the criteria I am looking for. It has minimal vinyasa or flow movements and a lot of static stretches in a room so hot that you sweat from your eyelids. My only real issue is that being a yoga nube, I forget to wash my mat between classes and I end up doing class on a mat that smells somewhere between cat farts and bigfoots d*ck. That is not as fun as it sounds... Regardless, I feel that I need yoga after a week of intense training. All the toxins come pouring out and the static holds allow you to loosen up those muscles that are beat up from lifting weight over and over again.

The thing I like about Yinyoga is that the poses Ally has us in are not so advanced that I can’t do them or at least get close so they still hurt like they should. This past Sunday she had us in what is called “frog” pose. Frog is basically where you put your knees as far apart as you can while facing the floor and sinking into your pelvis. It feels like your hips are going to explode. Ally had us in frog so long I was pretty sure I tore my tadpole. We also did a bunch of other movements that I don’t know the name of because Ally kept referring to them in their Sanskrit name. She would go “Ok. Now lets leave your inner child behind and flow softly into mamalakamumuda...” Then I look around, see what contortionist movement the girl next to me was in and do my best to not embarrass myself. My inner child is a slow learner...

Regardless, by the time the class was over I felt like a million pesos. Jokes aside, the biggest benefit of yoga is that it allows me to reset my week and feel recharged and ready to start again. I highly suggest it to any of you that are in need of some mobility, a recharge, or just want to see if you can stick your head up your ass.

Namaste bitches...



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