It was really really hard to get out of bed on Tuesday. I called in sick and basically laid in my bed all day crying. It's just what I have to do. We all have our way of dealing with hurt and pain and that is my way. I hate myself when I do that but it's part of me and that's all I can say about that.
Day 2
I like this teacher. I like what he has to say while he is talking. You have to hold your poses for a very long time when you are in his class. I managed to do pretty well and only had to go into child's pose twice, which was pretty amazing considering how I was feeling inside. I tried to focus just on my breathing but of course my mind drifted to the girl and how much I love her but I found my way back to the breathing. It doesn't hurt that my pants aren't tight anymore and I actually feel like my back is forming muscles. Again, I did the backbend.
I like this teacher. I like what he has to say while he is talking. You have to hold your poses for a very long time when you are in his class. I managed to do pretty well and only had to go into child's pose twice, which was pretty amazing considering how I was feeling inside. I tried to focus just on my breathing but of course my mind drifted to the girl and how much I love her but I found my way back to the breathing. It doesn't hurt that my pants aren't tight anymore and I actually feel like my back is forming muscles. Again, I did the backbend.
My boobs almost came out a couple of times. I still don't understand why I seem to sweat more than anyone else in the class. I look around. (Yes, I do even though you aren't supposed to) and I look at other people and I am drenched in sweat. Drenched! I need two towels and a yogitoe towel just to keep dry. But sweating is a good thing.
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