The room was smokin' hot when we put our mats down. So they opened the doors. Then by the time class started, it cooled off too much and was well, too cold (yes, like the story with the bears and the porridge, I know!). I was fairly strong up until triangle. Then all of the sudden the taste of my sweat changed. Gross, I know, but I must blog about it for the benefit of other yogi's who may experience it. I want them to know it's normal (well, I hope it is anyway). Suddenly I tasted metal and salt in my sweat. Very heavy. It was so bad it knocked me out of triangle on the left side. I got back in and was like, yuck! By the time we got to savasana, I started to feel weak and the taste in my mouth got stronger and stronger. I was coming out of cobra series postures early. I was dizzy, felt weird and couldn't stop thinking about this taste in my mouth. The only only only thing I can figure is I'm running so clean right now, that I've tapped into some other deep layer of detox. For my non yoga readers, I'm so sorry if I just freaked you out. But blog about it I must.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Day 58: Metal??
Faint of heart, you may not want to read this. It's a little weird. Today was 5:30 with Adele. Reggi and I changed it up and went to the left of the podium, front row still. Ok, the deal with the front row: it's not because we think we are bad ass. I practiced in the second row a few days and the added distance from the mirror jacked me all up and threw my balance off. So I suppose that means I should move around more, maybe even go to the back of the room, but I love the front row now. Yes, I'm attached to it. :)