December 19, 2013

The Day Yoga Almost Killed Me

I don't write much about myself on here. Most of the time I stick to the kids when I do manage to find some time to write. However, I figured most people out there could use a laugh and why not at my expense.

I have a new friend. She's really in to fitness as I used to be before the kids. I don't remember who's idea it was, but we got a Groupon to 10 classes of Bikram Yoga. I had an idea of what it was before we started - yoga in a hot room. HA! I had no idea. I will preface this by saying that I haven't done any class type/gym type exercise in over 2 years. I walked religiously every day during the spring/summer/fall but once winter hit any activity has been at a standstill - literly. I don't know why I thought breaking back in to exercise with this type of Yoga was a good idea. I am a moron.

We get to class and the woman who greats us is nice. She shows us where the locker room is and then she takes us in to the "room". I think it's more accurate to say the torture room. The place where all sanity goes to die. It's like walking out in to the hottest day of the year in Florida and then saying to yourself, hum, maybe I'll do some jogging while I'm out here.

I brought along a bottle of water. It was a small bottle of water and that was mistake number one. Mistake number two was not eating ANYTHING before class. As most moms know, you sometimes forget to eat when taking care of small needy beings. Disaster was ready to strike.

Class was tough. I had more sweat dripping down than I ever had in my whole life I think. We were nearing the end of class when all of a sudden my fingers started to tingle. And then my arms. And then my upper lip. My eyes began to swim in their sockets and my hands started to curl in to themselves all on their own. I could not open them! I actually started to panic and then quickly realized that panicking was making me start to hyperventilate. I was so embarrassed. The instructor had to escort me out of class to sit the last 10 minutes of class in the A/C in the lobby area with a big bottle of water she brought me. She never said that I wasn't the only one to have that happen to them. I can't be the only one, right?!

I still have 9 more classes left. Tonight is class number two. Please, for the love of God, send some prayers my way that I make it through the torture without needing to be rescued!

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