Dear god I’m tired. Today’s class was brutal for me. It was wicked effing hot in there and exceptionally juicy. I admit, I spent the day trying to come up with a good enough excuse to miss class. But the fact that I hadn’t been for a week kept me from taking any of them to heart. So to class I went.
I placed my mat right under a fan, because I had a feeling I’d need it. The Universe, however, had other plans because the teacher didn’t turn on the fans during the entire class. I telepathically willing, pleading, demanding that she turn them on, but no. No fans. I had sadface the entire time, and was struggling quite a bit during the floor series. I kept thinking “I have to get out of here.” “Why aren’t the goddamned fans on?” “Really? Not even for Camel? No fans???” I was a little preoccupied!
Plus, during the standing series (particularly during Standing Separate Leg Stretching) I actually thought I was going to throw up. There was that distinct moment of trying to hold it in and that was a little scary. That’s when I decided to lay down and breathe it out. I’ve never truly almost vomited in class. Uncool, stomach.
What else. Pranayama Breathing actually felt good tonight. I held my Eagle for longer than I have in a very long time. I got a call-out on my Balancing Stick, which was awesome (and I immediately fell out, ha).
OH! I had a breakthrough on my Full Locust!!! I realized that if I go ahead and make my legs super concrete, knees up off the floor, butt tight (like in Cobra) before I go up, then somehow my thighs stay off the floor for the entire time with no struggling. WTF? How have I not done this before? I was FLYING!!! Felt amazing.
What else… Honestly, I didn’t do much else on the floor because of the NO FAN situation (pouty). I was fighting to stay in the room so I pretty much just perfected my Dead Body Pose tonight.
And now I collapse. Ahhhhhhhhh.