Since I cannot run, on Wednesday I went with Kathy and Hugi to bikram yoga. I don’t even remember the last time I went, it was probably right before the Marine Corps Marathon, since after that, I got the flu, I went to Brazil, got married, honeymooned, came back for the holidays and been dealing with injuries since.
I knew it was going to be tough, bikram is always tough, but I didn’t realize how out of shape I got. Because for the first time during bikram? I got dizzy. I had to sit down. I couldn’t last through all the poses. I couldn’t even do all the poses. My heart was beating so strong that when we lied down with out head to the side, I could feel my head bumping against the mat to the rhythm of my heart beat.
I never had to sit out a pose. Never. Not even during my very first class. Only once I skipped a pose, and that was because I hydrated too much before class and had to run to the bathroom before I peed myself.
And today? I’m sore. So sore that I can’t even differentiate my hip pain with all the other aches in my body.
I can’t wait until I get myself back in the shape I was just a few weeks ago. This weekend? I’m finally buying a bike trainer, because if I can’t run, I better go back to my original love: biking (it’s too damn cold to bike outside — it’s going back to the 20’s this weekend!). If only I could play volleyball too… And I better continue going to bikram, even if it’s tough, and even though I hated it the whole time on Wednesday.