Shoo and BEGONE!
Ugh, I think I may be coming down with something. Something that starts with a C and rhymes with OLD. And no, it’s not H1N1 so stop looking at me like I’m covered in festering, bubbling boils. Ok FINE, I *am* covered in pimples, but still!
Was down and out for the count during class yesterday. Toppled out of padangustasana while coming out and fell over during trikanasana. By spine strengthening series I was giving it my all, but plopped down to savasana one set of everything. Fell asleep during ustrasana and it would’ve been a nice long nap had Erik not come down from the podium to tap me on the shoulder.
Today : The inner brat in me threw a MEGA tantrum before class. “No, don’t WAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNAAA GO! DON’T WANNA! DONCH WAAAAAAAAAN! [insert ear-piercing scream and appropriate hand flailing]”.
M* : Must. Go. It’s only 1.5 hours, and officially Day 11!
Brat Mei : Don’t. Wanna!!!! I’m sick, *sniff sniff sob sob.
M* : Go. Or ELSE.
Brat Mei : Or ELSE what?! You’re one half of me too!
M* : … Who wants some ice cream after class?
Brat Mei : MEMEMEMEMEMEMEME MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
M* : If you want ice cream, you’re gonna have to go to class.
Brat Mei : ohkay FAINE.
*drags sad sorry self up to change.
I know, I know. I’m a little crazy to have a dialogue with myself, but hey, I was the only child for 7 years before my brother came along, so I’ve gotten used to talking to myself.
And I did not regret one bit going to class after twisting, bending and compressing the fever out of me.
On a side note, I am in the midst of procuring funds to get to Bikram Yoga Teacher Training. So if ANYONE out there has ANY freelancing writing jobs [the more the better!], hit me up at meimei2606 [at] gmail dot com.
Thinking positive, thinking positive, thinking positive, thinking positive! >.<