Michelle's Inferno, Birthing the spawn of satan, I want my mommy, I used to have hands and feet, A slow descent into hell.
My get out of jail free pass was only good for one day apparently. The thing that really SUCKS about the tortuous practice is that it's happening at the worst possible time! Today I had the awesome opportunity to go to the Green Valley studio and take Lynn Whitlow's class. She was doing a seminar after, but I paid for the class only. My friend Karen came with me (a regular from the old studio) and blogger Big G was there as well, practicing right behind me. The room was filled to the gills with strong yogis and tons of teachers. Lynn was amazing. It was my intention to write a really cool post about taking her class. I even brought paper and pen and threw it in the car so I could write down her nuggets of wisdom. So sorry guys. I don't remember much of what she said. I was in trouble right out of the gate in half moon. I could hardly keep my arms up over my head. My backbend consisted of me staring at the ceiling and whimpering. During awkward I was looking at the clock, in a panic. By standing head to knee I had to take a knee. Never in my almost three years of practicing have I had to take a knee that early. I probably only did about a third of the class. The only other times I can recall suffering to this degree were once in Redondo Beach when my friend Leanna and I partied like Rockstars in Hermosa Beach and went to practice the next morning hung over. We lay in savasana the entire floor series unable to move. One other practice that stands out was the second class on a double last year. My ears were plugged and I was all jacked up. This class today was those two times combined. I was laying on the floor most of the floor series unable to feel my hands and feet. My jaw was numb as well. I knew I probably should leave the room and get some electrolytes but I didn't think I was capable of standing. It hurt just to lay in savasana. I am truly amazed at how much pain and suffering I went through in that 90 minutes. I sat in the lobby, ears plugged and unable to move drinking a zico for 20 mins after class. Sane people would say "you know what, maybe this is not a good idea. Something is terribly wrong with you right now". Not me. I have stuck my head down this rabbit hole and by God I will see how far the damn thing goes. Maybe I am in some deep level crazy detox and maybe if I push through it I will rise out of the ashes a stronger Phoenix!