Yeah, I know, this site's on hiatus and all that but I really do have something relevant to share.
Did something called Bikram Yoga today. 90 minutes in a 105 degree room with relative humidity at or about 40%.
I'm 44 and while not out of shape by any means, not so much your super flexible yoga goddess either.
There were moments when I thought I'd pass out. There were moments when I thought all that stuff I've got would just come pouring out of me in this incredible torrent. There were moments when I just could not believe what it felt like to just lay there and breathe. There were moments when I surprised myself and stepped back up into it again.
And then there was the moment when I tried to get my pants back on.
We're in the changing room and it's full of half or totally naked women who have just sweat out sixteen tons of water and what have you. I think I have toweled off and I try to pull on a pair of jeans that are too big for me. I've lost about 10 pounds in the last two weeks.
I cannot get them on. There I stand in my itty bitty thong with my 44 year old ass in what I so dearly wished was a breeze and I'm fucking stuck! Halfway up the thighs.
I look desperately at my WORK friend and make whimpering sounds. She is sympathetic but working out her own modesty (I have 14 years on her for God's sake). The woman next to me says, yeah, I never get how people try to put jeans on after this, it's like when we were little kids after swimming trying to pull our pants back up.
I wondered how I was going to get home.
Lets just say they did finally and I did and next week I'll bring something else to change into.
Bikram Yoga, highly recommend it. Seriously. Not just for laughs anymore.