SWEAT AND SPANDEX

Two of my most hated words as well as individual items. And when you put them together Oh Heavens Above I basically faint! I mean really, who in their right mind would voluntarily put themselves in a position where they have to a) exercise b) wear something that is made out of nylon c) wear something that is usually too tight and brings to mind the concept of marshmallows stuffed into a condom and d) sweat.. for fun! Seriously Peeps, this is not normal. So you must understand my complete and utter shock at my surprise out of body experience I had last night.

As a runner, you become very fit in the cardio vascular area of yourself. This leaves the remaining areas, ie: weight training, stretching, suppleness, core stability a lot to be desired. I can run… that is about it. Put me in front of free weights or anything heavier than a bottle of Haute Cabriere and a Butlers pizza box and I cannot lift it. In my youth I used to be rather bendy and always swore that should the day arrive when I was unable to do the splits I would shoot myself. So it was with great pains and disappointment in myself for not buying the .32 special I saw at the Pawn Shop down the road, that not only could I NOT shoot myself but my brain (left to it’s own devices is a dangerous toy) decided that my body needed to sort it’s self out, chop chop! I fear that my brain and body have yet to make up after their last interesting decision (see I Told You So.)

Cue Bikram Yoga. Yoga, performed in gym gear (ie: the dreaded “s” word), in a relaxed and calm environment where your body and mind can release all negative energy into a communal tranquil space. Plenty of stretching is performed and core stability is paramount. Oh, and did I mention all this is done while voluntarily sitting in a STEAM ROOM! So not only are you wearing the word-that-shall-not-be-said, you are sweating before… yes before… you even start exercising, SERIOUSLY! Who does that???

(The next section of this entry is never to be repeated, I will deny it was ever written, call you crazii and get you committed)

It was AWESOME! Not only could I feel my hamstring re-introducing itself ever so gently to my butt check, but I was sweating. And when I say sweating I mean I looked like a pedophile on a playground I was so drenched. And loving it! My clothes, my hair, everything felt like I had just stepped out from under a waterfall. Even Thunder didn’t neglect to mention that “OMG, look Crazii, you’re sweating, it’s amazing!!!” Yes Peeps, the reality is this a) I was exercising, b) I was sweating, c) all of this was being done in gym gear (yes, I do actually own some, but don’t let that get out) with my free will intact and my brain and body chatting away as if they were best friends!

I’m hooked and will be back again for more on Monday!