I think tonight’s yoga class was yoga 5.0. It was beyond an ass kicking class; I actually don’t even know what just happened for 90 minutes.
It’s only an hour later and I already can’t lift my arms.
We did a new pose tonight which I’m pretty sure was called supercalifragilisticexpealidocious. I looked like a nimrod trying to get into the pose and the only way I could get out of said pose was to fall out of it.
Loud breather, diaper wearing guy was in class tonight. I can hear that guy breathe no matter where he is in the studio.
Chatty rudely asked me how old I was.
I currently am climbing my stairs by pulling myself up with the banister.
I suspect tomorrow morning I will literally have to roll out of bed as I do not expect to be able to use my arms or legs to sit myself up.
Namaste.
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