I completely surprised myself today. I mean, really, I did something that I've never ever done. Sure, I've thought about it before. I've even felt guilty because I've felt like I should do it. But still, it just hadn't happened. So I stopped expecting it.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Which is why I was so surprised to sweat profusely this afternoon.
Turns out if you do an hour and a half of yoga at 55% humidity and in 97 degree heat, you will sweat like a pig. Or like a man. Or like a man-pig.
And it seems I had no problem making up for lost time. I was sweating for all of the years of dance class in which I was dry as a bone; all of the great big mammoth numbers I have done in musicals in which I never sweat a drop; every last finale of A Chorus Line in which my lungs have felt like they were going to pop from all the synchronized singing and dancing while my body was dry and cool.
I think I might have even been sweating for my mom, who never sweats either. Heck, isn't it true that dogs don't sweat? Toss them in the pile, then; I was sweating for all the canines too.
See, I've done yoga before, but never hot yoga. And I probably wouldn't have done it today either, but by the time I realized what it was, I was already in the room, mat in hand trying to breathe through the thick air of the little known tropical forrest that apparently resides in Newark Shopping Center.
And all I could think of through the whole ordeal was how great it was going to be once I got out of that room, once I could breathe some fresh air.
And I was right. Once we were in our resting position at the end of class, our instructor opened up the doors to the outside and it felt like life. Like the first desperate gulp of oxygen at birth. Like the news that your tax bill for $771.00 due in a few weeks is just a joke, isn't Delaware hilarious? Because why would you have to pay taxes for a school system that you have never once used? Good one, DE, good one.
When I went home I proudly made Drew feel my soaked through shirt and I'll admit that I am more than a little excited to have joined the club of People Who Sweat.
And honestly? I'm totally going to go back.