Basic Yoga

I am nine weeks post partum and the doctor gave me the green light to resume normal activities, including exercise. I am a high intensity hurl usually but since pregnancy I've had to take it easy, so have embraced yoga.

My usual Monday night exercise slot used to be reserved for a jump rope class, which used to totally knacker me out. The Boy thought that it would be a bad idea to dive straight into that so I went to basic yoga instead.

I had a few epiphanies during the class, though I'm not sure they're really epiphanies if you kind of knew them already. Firstly, I've totally missed exercise. I'm completely addicted to it and miss the release it gives me. Also how strong and fit it makes me feel. I currently look like a limp, flaccid thing.

The whole of my right side was completely tense. That's from being hunched over babies and holding the stress in those muscles.

Thirdly, it felt good to be somewhere where people knew me before pregnancy and who didn't want to talk about them - well, too much, anyway.

The instructor said 'welcome back to the real world. You'll be easy to please in this class.' She's right, of course. If I'd have just slept for an hour I'd have felt a kiln times better.

I returned home to two crying babies and a fraught husband. We ate dinner at 10 pm and I missed a pumping session because of the babies. We're also likely going to have to miss our snooze before the next feeding session.

And yet, I still feel surprisingly chilled. Thank goodness for yoga on the rooftop tonight.