“I’m going to be FORTY” “When?” “SOMEDAY!!!”
Posted by Allison on September 4, 2008
So remember awhile ago when I said I wanted to make a change in my life? Remember the ridiculous list that I wanted to work through before my 40th birthday?. Remember that I’m an idiot? I have actually started my list. No not the fun stuff like drink more wine or recycling.
I have started Yoga.
Daily.
I have started Bikram Yoga Daily.
Daily Bikram Yoga in 104 degree heat.
For those of you who have done bikram or hot yoga in the past I’ll give you a minute to stop laughing and take a pee. For those of you who haven’t, let me set the stage for those of you.
I walk into the studio and everyone is happy. This should have been a sign, I should have immediately left and ate something fattening. To be fair, I did spend most of the morning trying to convince myself NOT to go. I forgot my phone. I was late to drop of Elijah. I had orange nail polish on my toes that was peeling. My underarms could use a wax. Believe me the list was endless. But since I had told a friend and she had excitedly decided to meet me there I was shit out of luck. The previously mentioned friend is a Yogi…you know the type, stunningly gorgeous, sweet disposition and so fucking flexible that she can do poses that only RUBBERMAN should be able to do. I hate her. If she wasn’t such an amazing person (and I’m not just saying that, she doesn’t even read my blog) I would have to run her over with my car. So back to the torture chamber. I got there and the wonderful instructor informed us that the humidifier was not hooked up until 5 that night so it would be hot but not ‘juicy’ (her word not mine). I got into my little yoga shorts and a tank top (there is no room for vanity i learnt that lesson the first time I went to a different studio and wore capri length pants) and entered the pits of hell with antibacterial floors. All I wanted from my practise that day was to do all the poses. That’s it. I just wanted to try every pose. I didn’t want to sit down or take a minute to contimplate my death, just do all 26 poses and 2 breathing exercises. That’s really all I could ask of my pathetically non-flexible body. Okay, what I really wanted was to make it through the class without running out crying and driving to the closest Timmies to drown my sorrows in a double double and a glazed donut. Well friends, I did it. I completed my first Bikram class. I attempted every pose. I stayed in the room until the end. I didn’t faint or puke. But most importantly, I went back the next day. And I can’t wait to go tomorrow. And I’m wondering if I can fit in a class over the weekend. I think I may be addicted.
Marin said
You are either insane or you’re my hero.
Wait! Those aren’t mutually exclusive!