Thursday, November 4, 2010

Day 3: There's that damn truck again....

Last night was 6pm with Dray.  Once again it was smokin' hot in there.  I was tired all day and wasn't sure what to expect in class.  We started breathing and by the last few in the second set I was dripping and my shoulders were aching.  I couldn't wait for the breathing to be over.  I muddled my way through the rest of the warm up and when we got to eagle I gulped down some water at party time.  My balancing postures were a wreck.  I was weak and kept falling out and my knee was killing me.  By the time we hit the floor for savasana I was very aware I had just spent the last 45 mins being run over by the yoga truck.  In fact that little bastard even flipped me the bird as he drove off.  I struggled through the last half of the class and threw up a little "thanks" to the cosmos when it was over.  I was glad I made it through in one piece.


  1. And one day you're gonna blow that truck up.

    Just sayin' ;)


  2. obviously the truck just wanted to stop by and welcome you back. :)