I Got a Time-Out at (Fucking) Yoga Tonight
No, not for inappropriate laughter. Before launching into the story, let me first just tell you that I hadn't been to yoga since last Tuesday. I meant to go on Thursday, but got invited to do something. Then over the weekend I meant to go to yoga, do laundry, and get together with a friend. All I managed to do was the third thing. Sometimes I have trouble forcing myself to do things. I don't know exactly why I didn't go to yoga last night, but I knew I was falling off the yoga track and had to get back on, so tonight it was.
In the past, I've chugged some water or had some fruit about an hour before class, and then chugged water upon arriving home from yoga. Tonight I ate some crackers beforehand and forgot about the water.
Upon arriving at yoga I was immediately complimented very enthusiastically on my scarf. By a guy. Smile and say thank you.
Tuesday is my favorite night to go to yoga, because I like the person who teaches on Tuesdays best. I don't know her name - maybe it's Maria or Amy or something else, but she knows mine, and she's a warm person. (Monday is when my second-favorite teacher teaches, but I'm not up to going every day yet.)
So we're all yoga-ing, and I'm downward dogging or whatever, and I look out at the floor, and notice it's not flat. It's rippling as I look at it, like waves. I hear a noise in the back of my head. It's a rushing sound, like being underwater, but it's far away, as if I'm hearing my future that's steadily approaching. At the start of class Maria/Amy commented on the room being extra-warm tonight. Quick to overheat, I never trust my own feelings on this, because to me it's always too warm.
Now we're doing some hamstring stretches, and the rushing sound is coming closer. I'm sweating much more than is normal. If I have to put my head down one more time, I'm going to puke. I back up against the wall - it feels cold against my back and that feels good. At some point, I'm sitting down, but I don't remember making the decision to sit, or making myself sit. Maria/Amy appears in front of me. "Are you okay? Your face is very white."
"I think I may throw up or pass out." I'm embarrassed to have stopping yoga-ing; we're whispering to each other.
"Why don't you take a time-out? Go get a drink and get some air," Maria/Amy tells me. Somehow I come to be standing, and I stay still for a moment, to make sure I can walk without crashing into the wall. Maria/Amy follows me out to the lobby and asks another Yogi to give me some water. I chug half the bottle. The water is warm which I hate, but I know this will help me not pass out, so I keep drinking. Looking through the door into the classroom I focus on the floor - the ripples are gone and the floor is flat like it should be now.
I just walked out of a class. How do I walk back in? Nike knows, so I just do it. It's not as bad as I feared. I missed half of Tree Poses, my favorite part of the class, but jump back into it without a problem. During nap time, I wonder if not having yogged for a week is a contributing factor to my earlier overheating. I listen to the sirens outside and wonder why that sound calms me and makes me feel good. I keep peeking at the people around me, to see what everyone else looks like laying down (they look like people laying down).
Nothing was particularly funny at yoga tonight. I'll go back Thursday - hopefully something will be funny in two days.
In the past, I've chugged some water or had some fruit about an hour before class, and then chugged water upon arriving home from yoga. Tonight I ate some crackers beforehand and forgot about the water.
Upon arriving at yoga I was immediately complimented very enthusiastically on my scarf. By a guy. Smile and say thank you.
Tuesday is my favorite night to go to yoga, because I like the person who teaches on Tuesdays best. I don't know her name - maybe it's Maria or Amy or something else, but she knows mine, and she's a warm person. (Monday is when my second-favorite teacher teaches, but I'm not up to going every day yet.)
So we're all yoga-ing, and I'm downward dogging or whatever, and I look out at the floor, and notice it's not flat. It's rippling as I look at it, like waves. I hear a noise in the back of my head. It's a rushing sound, like being underwater, but it's far away, as if I'm hearing my future that's steadily approaching. At the start of class Maria/Amy commented on the room being extra-warm tonight. Quick to overheat, I never trust my own feelings on this, because to me it's always too warm.
Now we're doing some hamstring stretches, and the rushing sound is coming closer. I'm sweating much more than is normal. If I have to put my head down one more time, I'm going to puke. I back up against the wall - it feels cold against my back and that feels good. At some point, I'm sitting down, but I don't remember making the decision to sit, or making myself sit. Maria/Amy appears in front of me. "Are you okay? Your face is very white."
"I think I may throw up or pass out." I'm embarrassed to have stopping yoga-ing; we're whispering to each other.
"Why don't you take a time-out? Go get a drink and get some air," Maria/Amy tells me. Somehow I come to be standing, and I stay still for a moment, to make sure I can walk without crashing into the wall. Maria/Amy follows me out to the lobby and asks another Yogi to give me some water. I chug half the bottle. The water is warm which I hate, but I know this will help me not pass out, so I keep drinking. Looking through the door into the classroom I focus on the floor - the ripples are gone and the floor is flat like it should be now.
I just walked out of a class. How do I walk back in? Nike knows, so I just do it. It's not as bad as I feared. I missed half of Tree Poses, my favorite part of the class, but jump back into it without a problem. During nap time, I wonder if not having yogged for a week is a contributing factor to my earlier overheating. I listen to the sirens outside and wonder why that sound calms me and makes me feel good. I keep peeking at the people around me, to see what everyone else looks like laying down (they look like people laying down).
Nothing was particularly funny at yoga tonight. I'll go back Thursday - hopefully something will be funny in two days.
Labels: Yoga
3 Comments:
It's the heat, I bet. That always knocks me out. In school I regularly felt sick in PE, like I might pass out. A couple times I did puke from it. I have to have lots of water handy and at least a fan if not blasting ac.
Tell the cheap jerks to turn up the air already.
I am so proud of you Greenie! Walking back in once you've left is more difficult than going in the first time, IMO. Good job for doing it and for keeping going. I am loving the yoga stories.
Just keep telling us about your class, nothing fuunny has to happen... Itr's just interesting reading you write abaout it without being onee of thosesuperr deep yogis, the way you descriibe it makes me actually want to take a class.
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