I just returned from the 8:30 A.M. yoga class at LA Fitness. Loved it! I can do this. It fits me now. I phoned my surgeon last week seeking permission to return to weight lifting. “Wait another month.” Wrong answer. I’m desperate for exercise in my life.
Minus a few trips to the gym during those weeks between chemo and radiation, walking has been my only form of exercise since I began treatment for my breast cancer on October 6th. I can’t believe how quickly my arms have turned to mush and my butt has fallen. Currently, I’m in that in between stage. I’m no longer sick; no longer in treatment. I am, however, far from full energy and “normal.” Whatever that is. I’m well enough to bitch about not not being well.
This I know: all yoga classes and teachers are not created equal. Today’s teacher was waif-like, amazingly bendable, and extremely kind and encouraging. I liked her immediately and she definitely knew her stuff. I can’t wait to go back in Friday!