Day 7 or 30 (or 60): Ok, I don't totally hate Yoga

Post Yoga meal, Nom Nom Nom

Friday, August 19, 2011
I woke up proud of myself, that I made it through yoga yesterday.  It was so hard for me and I couldn't understand why, until I went to yoga again.

The day as a whole was fine.  Work was fine.  My boss, who I hadn't seen in a week or so, said that my skin looked great and my arms were ripped.  I simply replied, "Bikram Yoga."

A storm came through and there was a Britney Spears concert so I wasn't even sure I was going to make it to the 6 P.M. class, but I did, and so did Maren, just in the nick of time.  We had a new instructor who was way too giddy for my mood that day.  I wanted to relax, I didn't want it to be hard again.  It was.  Not completely though.  There are some poses I look forward to because I can do them easily, others, I just wince at the thought of them but know they will be over soon.

At this point in my journey, I definitely hate the entire standing (or warm up) series but don't mind the floor series as much.  Despite my shall we say, under appreciation for the instructor, she said two things that really made sense.  The first thing she said was that the poses that were the hardest for us, were probably the ones we needed and would benefit from the most.  The second thing was right after we came out of camel pose.  I was lying on the mat, excited that the class was nearly over, and she said that the camel pose, because it's such a deep back bend, brings out whatever emotions are locked up in the deepest part of the spine.  At that moment, my eyes started to well up.  She was right.

Throughout the class someone was in front of the building rocking out to WDVE, so while doing yoga I sang along (in my head of course) to the Allman Brothers, Aerosmith, Boston, and Blue Oyster Cult.  After we finished the Blowing In Firm Pose, we returned to our backs for the last Savasana, just as the Doors screamed, "Save our City!"  Maren and I immediately started laughing, which we knew would be disruptive to the mediators that obviously had missed Jim Morrison's call to the world, or at least our small class.

We retreated to the changing room's quickly, where I immediately began to whine about food.  I hadn't eaten since 12:30 P.M. and I was STARVING.  We went to Walnut Grove and I feasted on a pork chop stuffed with crab and gorgonzola cheese, with mashed potatoes and a bourbon demi glaze.  It was preceded by a caesar salad and bread, and ended with a caramelized walnut ball.  It was the perfect post yoga meal. *See above photo

Tomorrow I have to work and there aren't any evening classes so I have to make the 6 A.M. class.  Can I pull it off?  I don't know.