07/29/2011
I started hot yoga last week. The idea of doing yoga in intense heat and humidity sounded terrible at first, but a studio opened literally 2 minutes from my house. And I wanted to try an actual yoga class, instead of just teaching myself how to do yoga — I always feel like I’m doing something wrong. So I settled for the hot yoga, because that’s all this particular yoga studio offers and it’s only $10 a class. My first class was almost on the level of life changing. Sure, I felt like I was going to fucking die for the first 45 minutes, but then… Something happened. It was like happiness and energy were radiating out of my body. I felt like I was some kind of absurd high for hours afterwards and I felt amazing. I was also sore for the next 3 or 4 days.
I missed the Monday class, so on Tuesday I went to a different (not hot) studio and took a vinyasa class. While I felt relaxed and good, it wasn’t quite the euphoria I felt last Thursday. I went to the hot class again last night, and felt phenomenal again, but not quite as bouncy as the first time. The class last night was a slightly different pace, and it wasn’t really vinyasa, which is what I normally like to practice. But still, I feel amazing. I totally recommend anyone who has been considering going to a hot yoga class to do it. Just do it.
In other news: Greg and I have been arguing a lot. About really stupid shit. That’s part of the reason I decided to finally try a yoga class — I hadn’t been practicing as much as I should have at home, and thought maybe that would help my mood and thus my snippy comments that I assumed were the reason for all the arguing in the first place. Well, not quite. We went on a mini vacation to Myrtle Beach last weekend and while I tried my best to have a good time and appreciate everything for what it was — he got mad over something silly that put me over the edge. Not to mention his mini-tantrum because it wasn’t really what he expected, but I’ll just pretend that never happened. We missed the casino boat because we hit traffic, and considering that was the whole reason we were there, that was sort of annoying. But we decided to go out and have a good time anyway. And we did, for most of the night. It was just the end that we both got upset. We apologized in the morning and he admitted some of the things he said the previous night were just to piss me off. So we had a good day that day. Sand, sun, food. Sun burn.
Sunday we went to a friend’s party and I feel like that finally got us out of our funk. I think. My friend Lauren drunkenly mediated between us why we were angry at each other all the time. So this week has been good. Although last night he seemed cranky, but he is changing shifts right now. And he’s really stressed about getting his acceptance letter from school. To be honest, I’m pretty stressed about that too. I just want him to be happy and I want to know exactly what is going to happen to us. Although I’m pretty sure he’s going to get accepted, there’s always that small chance that he won’t. At least his back up school is in the state as well. I’m sure that stress has something to do with our fighting too.
M is still not doing all that well. He’s been in and out of the hospital since the heart attack. He was transferred to a different city this week. The doctors say that he should make a recovery, and I hope for the other M’s sake that that recovery starts soon.