My third hour of yoga was a core workout. Apparently that means a reminder you don’t have one, as you try to keep up with crazy side to side and front to back flow and hold moves that make you find parts of your core that go waaay beyond your abs.

Pilates is Greek for twisty torture. The core is so much more that the one little ab muscle you feel during a sit up. It has sides and fronts and backs and in between bits. Woah.

Sitting even a little sideways feels funny. I can’t not be stretching it out since it all got so worked out. It feels really rad.

My energy has been way up, and I did a weight workout yesterday and another one today after yoga and felt pretty great. We’ll see if I can feel anything in a couple days.

It’s true what a trainer friend of mine said, “The hardest thing about exercise is to start doing it. Once you are doing exercise regularly, the hardest thing is to stop it.”

I might not be a regular yet, but the endorphins are flowing me and reminding me I’ve never felt better than when I’m working out, and once you get back in to it, the rewards exponentially increase.