Day 61 - Its day 2 of The Bikram Challenge

You would think that after doing such an intense yoga workout last night I would have fallen gracefully into bed and sleep would have just magically come over me, sadly that was not the case I was knackered last night. I was absolutely exhausted beyond belief. My whole body was aching the very minute I actually sat down and opened my book. I was so tired that I read only one page of my book and had no energy to turn the next page.

I jumped into bed and spent hours tossing and turning. I had the worst possible headache all due to dehydration I had to keep getting out of bed and drank 5 glasses of water throughout the night.

I had a series of weird dreams, ranging from going fishing with Johnny Knoxville??? And then he was rubbing mud all over my body (hubba hubba) to sitting quietly in a park and watching people eat icy poles. Like what the????

I awoke this morning and my entire body was sore. I felt like I had run a marathon in stiletto heels. I cannot lift my feet I am dragging them. My hair hurts, my fingers hurt, my earlobes hurt. It all fucking hurts!!! But sadistic as I am I am rather enjoying the pain.

So today part of me was eager to go to tonight’s class but the other was apprehensive as I knew what was waiting for me behind the yoga studio door.

On my way to class I was doing that negative thing that I was sure I had let go of. I started to talk myself out of going and telling myself I was worthless. I was stuck in traffic and I was telling myself that I was basically a worthless piece of shit. I thought I had let go of Sad Reney. I always refer to myself as Sad Reney; she’s the other Reney that lived in me.
(Please note - PAST TENSE) But I had her evicted her out of my premises (my brain) about 9 weeks ago. She is never going to come back. Ever. But it got pretty dark there for a second.

I walked into the yoga studio and Yogini Maggie came over for a chat, as I was the first one there. She asked to see my lap band scars and I let her push my port site (do any other bandits like to do that? I touch my port site quite frequently, almost to reassure myself that it is really there) Then she tells me that tonight she wants me to sit in one of the hottest spots of the room and I pleaded with her not to do this to me. She laughed at me and said "something tells me that we need to detox and flush your system out and we need to get your body really really warm"
I let out a “Warm? Don’t you mean that you want to kill me!! It’s a fucking oven in there? I’m sure hell is not as hot as it is in there!” Yogini laughed at me and walked away. Whilst I sang "Hot, Hot, Hotter than hell!! by Kiss in my head.

So I walked into the room and BAM here we go the fucking heat and it’s a dry heat so it automatically takes your breath away. Yogini helped set my mat and towels out and whispered “I want you here” Fucking great!!!

Anyway, day 2 of The Bikram Yoga Challenge ended up being harder than day 1 but enjoyable to say the least. I expelled a lot of fluid out of my system tonight and my arms are so sore that when I went to wash my hair I was struggling to lift my arms up to my head. I can still smell arse crack all over me and it smells so bad that I think I have swallowed some arse crack juice because I can taste it.

I have tomorrow off work and am doing Day 3 of The Bikram Yoga Challenge at 9.30am. My bestie V is going to come along and I just hope I don’t fart out aloud or start the giggles because when we start we don’t finish and I would die of embarrassment if I get chucked out of this class.

Reney

P.S - To the gorgeous Mel, I want to wish you all the best for your surgery tomorrow. I know that everything is going to go well for you. My thoughts and wishes are with you. To the wicked Erin, thanks for stopping by and leaving your comments, its always so nice to hear from you. Lastly to the beautiful Tarn, thank you for agreeing with me re: Harry Potter. What a fruitcake of a woman she was!!!!! Frikkin paedophile if you ask me but let’s not go there.