Great Intentions.
I was going to do this yesterday...
MORE than 10,000 people yesterday travelled Dublin's Port tunnel by foot - something that will never be repeated.
In what was billed as an agoraphobic's delight, a once-off 10km charity race to mark the opening of the tunnel attracted people from all walks of life to the tunnel's entrance in the East Wall area of Dublin's Docklands at 11 yesterday morning.
Just over 30 minutes later, the first of the competitors had reached the finish, having run the length of the tunnel as far as Santry and back again.
"It was a very fast and competitive race right from the beginning," winner Robert Connolly, of Dundrum South Dublin Athletic Club, said. "Everybody was going pretty hard but it was a good even surface.
"Most of the light down there was coming from the lead car and traffic signs, but you can certainly tell there's light at the end of the tunnel. As you go through it you can see the sky in the distance. It was definitely an unusual running experience."
I said I WAS going to do it, but the truth is I'm still not 100% over my cold/virus/thingie and there's no point in pushing the body if ain't ready.
So-not wanting to waste a Sunday sitting about reading the papers and watching telly- what I did instead was go to a 3 hour yoga workshop thinking it would be better and less physical.
The teacher was an older lady from Australia. She looked like a librarian until she stripped to her leotard. She was about thirty years older than me and twice as fit/strong/flexible as I am now. She could do slow handstands and lunges and poses that...well it was like watching an acrobat.
I am a relatively new convert to the powers of yoga, but already I can see it's benefits. And this lady was a walking endorsement to its properties. Imagine reaching your sixties and being in better condition that most people in their twenties?
Honestly, if anyone is thinking about a new years resolution, taking up yoga might be one to scribble onto the list.
Naturally I cannot feel my own arse today and when I stretch I scream.
I'm so glad I went.
MORE than 10,000 people yesterday travelled Dublin's Port tunnel by foot - something that will never be repeated.
In what was billed as an agoraphobic's delight, a once-off 10km charity race to mark the opening of the tunnel attracted people from all walks of life to the tunnel's entrance in the East Wall area of Dublin's Docklands at 11 yesterday morning.
Just over 30 minutes later, the first of the competitors had reached the finish, having run the length of the tunnel as far as Santry and back again.
"It was a very fast and competitive race right from the beginning," winner Robert Connolly, of Dundrum South Dublin Athletic Club, said. "Everybody was going pretty hard but it was a good even surface.
"Most of the light down there was coming from the lead car and traffic signs, but you can certainly tell there's light at the end of the tunnel. As you go through it you can see the sky in the distance. It was definitely an unusual running experience."
I said I WAS going to do it, but the truth is I'm still not 100% over my cold/virus/thingie and there's no point in pushing the body if ain't ready.
So-not wanting to waste a Sunday sitting about reading the papers and watching telly- what I did instead was go to a 3 hour yoga workshop thinking it would be better and less physical.
The teacher was an older lady from Australia. She looked like a librarian until she stripped to her leotard. She was about thirty years older than me and twice as fit/strong/flexible as I am now. She could do slow handstands and lunges and poses that...well it was like watching an acrobat.
I am a relatively new convert to the powers of yoga, but already I can see it's benefits. And this lady was a walking endorsement to its properties. Imagine reaching your sixties and being in better condition that most people in their twenties?
Honestly, if anyone is thinking about a new years resolution, taking up yoga might be one to scribble onto the list.
Naturally I cannot feel my own arse today and when I stretch I scream.
I'm so glad I went.
posted by fatmammycat at 10:26 a.m.
23 Comments:
Hurts doesn't it? I have been going twice weekly for a while now and am getting better. It still gets bad when they say things like, " and now while wrapping your leg around your kneck stretch your right hand to touch your left ankle".
Apparently I have a pelvic floor though, which is nice.
I'd like to be able to do that, but I couldn't allow myself to get all relaxed in front of people. I'd be too on my guard the whole time.
That's what I get for growing up in the hood.
Oh yeah Kav, them peeps and homies in Galway would be frontin' and dissin' fo' real.
p1p, I thought I was getting better too, until I went yesterday and saw just how shit I am. It was a bit humbling to tell you the truth. But I vow to get better and practice more during the week. Ah yes stretching, my favourite...not.
I like the idea of yoga but have never got around to it before. All the people I know out here who do it are magnificent physical specimens so I might seriously consider your suggestion to take it up for a New Year's resolution. I would like to add "magnificent" to my current description of "physical specimen."
It's very good for the body and I have to say, and gentle, no injury worries.
I feel very energised after a class, and clear headed too. I usually feel half dead after kick boxing. But then I guess they are very different things, although curiously a lot of the breathing techniques are the same. Especially for the core work.
But yesterday I swear, I felt like such a weakling compared to that lady. I had the strength on no kittens.
I am convinced Yoga is the key to what ails ya. I used to swim in college, but they closed down the local pool for renovation. My girlfriend at the time had a Yoga book, so I started teaching myself. Over time this lead me to Iyengar's book "Light On Yoga". I quickly became a fanatic, but it has waxed and waned over the years.
Working at a desk all day and being a weekend warrior athlete I ended up with a fucked neck and wrists and some other minor ailments. A year of standing up at work, physical therapy, and a regimen of anti - inflammatories, (the ones they have since taken off the market 'cos they cause heart attacks!), and I got somewhat better. I had laid of Yoga on the advice of my Dr, but a friend brought me to a Bikram Yoga class, (room is heated to 100 degrees). 2 classes later and I had NO problems with my neck!
Over the last year I got lazy and spent way more time on my bike, and as a result started to have issues again. I've been hitting Yoga hard, using Rodney Yee DVD's, (my kids along watch and imitate me!) and I feel great again.
I know a lot of guys who see Yoga as somewhat wussy, I often challenge them to try a hard work out, with the promise that they will get a better work out than lifting weights, and instead of being tired they will feel energised. Of course there is the added bonus that Yoga classes also tend to be filled with lots of cute toned girls.
My wife goes to Bikram and after 3 pregnancies in 5 years she feels it has been more beneficial to getting her back in shape than an other exercise.
You're right John, yoga really helps me loosen up after a day spent sitting here at my desk and I'm not as injury prone as I was either.
Memnoch (spit spit) is a great believer in core strength and frequently sneers down his nose at 'muscle marys' or 'gym bunnies' as he calls us gals who use the gym (he's into kettle bells and free weights though, the big bloody hypocrite)
He likes to tell this story of a guy he used to know who could lift heavy machine weights and so on but when challanged could do no more that twenty pullups- full body stretch. To Memnoch that is proof positive that having 'show muscle' is pftttt, but being able to control your own body and say do a one legged squat or a one armed press up is much more impressive. (I can do neither)
Meh, I'd like to see him try talking shit like that to Chuck Norris.
Chuck has two speeds, walk and kill.
Can I have your leotards when you're done with them?
Only if you wear them with cuban heels.
Whenever you wanna succeed in a field all you need is to have good Intentions.
good destinations are tough to achieve...
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Having run the length of the tunnel as far as Santry and back again.
Just over 30 minutes later, the first of the competitors had reached the finish, having run the length of the tunnel as far as Santry and back again.
A blonde petite girl of about seventeen ushered me to a sink and swaddled me in towels.
Dublin's Port tunnel is very adventurous place . I like to go there one more time .
Many people grew up in the hood but few of them made something in their lifes. I appreciate very much these persons and hope that in the future will be more!
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