Wackyfish

I woke up Monday morning feeling sore all over, like I had been run over by a truck. I just assumed it was an extended fall out from Saturday night’s beer fest at the 80’s party. I am after all getting older and I drink a lot less, so it always seems a lot worse. I figured the soreness would be gone by Tuesday. No love. I woke up feeling just as bad, and figured… “I guess I deserve this”. After work I ran into Clare at the office who said she spent Sunday evening and Monday ill. Mo called me last night and said the same thing. As did Pete and Jona. (So all the people I was with on Sunday) I’m not sure why but it never occurred to me that I might have a bug and that is why I felt like crap. We all got flu shots so maybe I thought I was covered. And while I can’t recall specifically having a fever, it is very possible (maybe even likely) that I had a low grade fever for several days and simply didn’t notice. I felt run down and sore. I find it interesting that I felt like it was my fault and that I deserved to feel like crap, when in reality I was probably fighting something off.

Moving right along… Tuesday evening arrives and I find myself at the PC office in my usual “I don’t want to go to yoga, I just want to go home and be a bump on my couch” head space. I figure out that I am probably ill to some degree and that is likely why I am sore and my shoulders are in knots. I then had a fight with myself about going to yoga. I go anyway thinking that I will probably feel better afterwards. Before class starts I am standing around with Taialofa (the teacher) and she asks what kind of class are we in the mood for… I blather something about a “cleansing” class. She nodded and moved on.
Then she started the class with lots of sun salutations and dancing warrior asana’s to warm up our bodies and get us sweating. What do you know… it worked. After class I felt, much less sore and more energized.
And then the cute boy in my yoga class gave me a ride home.
The more I practice… the more I think that yoga is magic.