An image demonstrating exactly how peaceful I didn’t feel. Via

(warning: shortly-post-yoga, slightly fuzzy-headed stream of consciousness post coming up)

Right now I’m in the middle of a serious exercise phase.

It’s been going on for a while now, of course. I mentioned a few posts down that I’m training to be a pilates instructor. I’m also training for a triathlon (sprint distance) and a half-marathon.

At the moment, though, my concern is this yoga workshop I’m involved in. Every morning at 6 a.m. for two weeks, I go to the local studio where I jump around and sweat and generally have the least relaxing yoga sessions of my life, but leave feeling awesome. They’re calling it boot camp, which seems very anti-yoga to me, but I love it, so who am I to complain?

Today, though, it was rough. Part of it is that I haven’t been getting much sleep–grad school has been wearing me down a bit lately–and I was having a lot of trouble with my balance. I also had a serious carb craving right before bed last night and ate some roasted potatoes, so I think maybe they were still hanging out in my stomach and throwing me off a bit.

My biggest problem was lactic acid in my quads. It was actually pretty silly; I’m fairly flexible, and can do just about all the yoga poses we’re asked to do, but I couldn’t hold anything this morning. I had to keep coming out of the poses because it felt like everything was on fire. I’m generally fairly comfortable with mild physical discomfort. Usually I’m all about challenging myself. I love seeing how long I can hold a pose at the shaking point, or even try to pull it a bit deeper when it feels like the teacher is about to move on. This morning I just couldn’t stand it.

Are there any tricks to help eliminate this feeling? I don’t like it when my body gets frantic, and I don’t think it’s a safe or healthy thing for me to ignore that feeling. Ideally, circumvention would be the way to go. Tips, anyone?