Sweat, shoulders and swearing.

So, let's recap the weekend, shall we?

I never have legit plans except for once in a blue moon. So Friday after my workout, I went to meet Jennifer at Zoe's Kitchen, and she suggested I come with her to Bikram yoga at River Ridge. I agreed. It was 90 minutes of nothing but sweat. Like, don't ask me what I expected but I was surprised at exactly how much sweat I actually produced. I kinda wanted to throw up. I had to sit down a couple of times because the room was spinning and then I got super anxious and felt like I couldn't breathe because it was so hot. Some of the poses, I just wanted to be like what the hell?! do I look like I can touch my nose to my spine?! It was a really good experience none the less. This is going to make me sound retarded (but when has that ever stopped me?) but I kept looking at myself in the mirror during yoga and I actually felt like I look smaller. Which, is a rare occasion. I know I've lost 75lbs and all that jazz but I still feel like I look exactly the same in the mirror. I think it must have been the delirium from the heat setting in. But 6 months ago, I would have never in my LIFE went to yoga at all, much less Bikram. I liked the meditation part where we just laid there and he talked. Once I shut myself up and convinced myself that I wasn't going to die of hyperthermia, it was nice.

Needless to say, directly after I drove myself home and showered for almost an hour haha. I felt really gross and was never more thankful for a shower in my life. I ate my lunch of peanut butter toast while I got ready to shower. Driving home was one of the grossest experiences of my life. I don't know WHY I didn't think to bring a change of clothes. But anyways. I didn't run on Saturday as I would have passed out or keeled over dead. I ran on Sunday. I really need an inhaler but I'm hoping this whole wheezing thing passes. I didn't feel like dying as much as normal but I've also been repeating the whole run 1:00, walk 1:10 for 10 rounds, and then some walking at the end. Then I went and saw Olympus has Fallen, which was a really, really, really good movie but it was really, really, really violent. Again, don't ask me what I expected. I just love Gerard Butler. That's all. and Rich Froning (jr). He's the "fittest man alive" and I mean, well. Hello nurse. He's also #1 in the crossfit open right now #badass.

That brings us to today, which let me just say my shoulders are real tired. There was lots of pushing stuff above my head, Squats on that damn step with a shoulder press (a modified sotts/sucks press) knee level snatches, push press, wood choppers, pistons, ughhhhhhhhh. Seriously. There was lots of swearing and threatening to kill myself and leave a suicide note mentioning Darin. The last round of push presses was almost my undoing. I'm tired. Weirdly though, I'm not hungry. At. All. I've had a bowl of cereal and a baked potato to eat today which, hello carbapalooza. I feel like if I'm not hungry I shouldn't eat which I guess isn't the way it works and also mountain dew isn't an acceptable post workout drink for any of you who were wondering....no one? just me? fine. After my workout, Darin suggested 10-15 minutes of biking, I guess in hopes of making me hungry. No dice. still. not. hungry. but my legs are tired. So, I mean at least I'll sleep well tonight?

Anywho. I have baking to do, so that's all for now!