Once I got to yoga the hot room felt good. At first. Somewhere in the middle of the standing series I became very aware of the girl next to me having a grand 'ol struggle. She was at the point where she was just totally overheated and breathing heavily in and out through the mouth not nose. I went from feeling totally sorry for her and trying to give her energy to thinking "crap, it is pretty hot in here right now!" "Maybe more humid." "My God I feel like my skin is on fire!" "Your sex is on fire! Oh, Kings of Leon, great song.....oh boy, now that's going to be stuck in my head!"
And she's off! Michelle's brain is out the door and wandering around again! I lost my focus and by the time we hit the ground I was struggling myself. I muddled my way through the spine series and looked like a tortured boot camp survivor for the remaining postures.
Staggering out to the front desk for a zico after class I tried to return the lock I borrowed. Instructor Mark was at the front desk and looked curiously at the little key. "Oh, you want the whole lock, not just the key. Sorry, total yoga brain right now" I said a little sheepishly. I headed back to the locker room, flip flops wet and squishy thinking "dang, when did Frank get so hard? And he's still so darn nice about it!"
About 20 mins later, showered, dried and dressed I started to head out. Instructor Misha, who had just rocked out class in the front row a few yogi's down from me was at the front desk. "Where is your yoga crush tonight" she asked with a grin on her face. Busted! "Oh, you read my blog!"
I've never been completely anonymous, but not many Las Vegas yogi's really stumbled across my blog at first. Slowly, it's been happening and now.....I'm totally out of the closet! :)