Yoga is Not for Punks + A Giveaway
I love my friends. I had to repeat this to myself several times on Saturday morning as I was peeling myself out of bed at 6:30 AM. Saturday… 6:30… In the morning. My girl Lauren had been singing the praises of "hot yoga" and convinced me to give it a try. Even though I'd recently had a "she almost killed me" experience with Jillian Michaels 'Yoga Meltdown', I decided that if Lauren liked it then it must be alright. Well, lemme tell you something… I was wrong. First of all, yoga is not for punks. It's not all gentle stretching and relaxing breaths. This was some real acrobatic type stretching and my body was not here for it. Now, add 105 degree temperatures and you have Bikram Yoga. I'm so out of shape, I get winded going up the stairs too fast yet despite this fact, I allowed myself to get roped into this Bikram foolishment. I struggled through the hour long class, trying to decypher Sanskrit, figure out the different poses and not pass out or vomit. Quite a task. Also, it's a bajillion degrees in there so every inch of me was dripping with sweat. Seriously, my spirit was sweaty. Lauren is convinced that I'm joining her for the next class, but I may have to re-evaluate our friendship contract because today (2 days later) I am so sore I can barely bend down to tie my shoe let alone contort into downward dog or triangle pose. I'll let y'all know what I decide. In the meantime, I though this would be the perfect time for a giveaway.