Although my friend Amy betrayed me and didn’t show, I went to yoga last night after work. It just about killed me. Not really, but I was hurting something bad. I got through the first 45 minutes just fine when whammo! I hit a wall and was running on fumes for the remainder of the class (another hour). I would sit down for a minute or so and get my heartrate back under control, but as soon as I stood up I’d get lightheaded, especially if the next pose involved bending over. Not like curtain-over-your-eyes-gonna-pass-out lightheaded, but I was a little dizzy. I’ve learned two things from last night’s experience:
1. Don’t wait another three-plus months for the next class.
2. Perhaps hot yoga at night isn’t the best thing for me, especially after riding my bike home from work on a hot afternoon.

When I weighed myself this morning I was down about five pounds from when I weighed myself yesterday morning. I’m thinking that it’s not *all* actual weight loss. At least half a pound has to be water weight, right? Heh…maybe a little more than that.

I’m planning to go tomorrow (Sunday) morning to the 10 o’clock class. Despite all my griping and anecdotes about nearly dying, it’s really a lot of fun and you’ll feel pretty great afterwards. I’ll even pop for your first class if you want to come join me. Don’t worry about looking foolish…there’s no way you’ll be worse at it than I am. :-D

Happy Saturday. I’m off to do some errands and take a nap, then I fear I’ll be on WoW much of the night. Yay!