So I started a 30-day challenge with Hannah yesterday.  I went to a late class after getting home from a week's worth of late nights filled with lots of food and wine and song.  My allergies have been awful, too.  My lungs are raspy, my nose is runny, and my eyes are itchy and puffy.

I dragged myself into the studio (just barely) and set up in the cool corner - far enough away from the mirror that I couldn't see what a disaster area I was.  I tottered through standing series like a baby giraffe (without the length of bone).  No grace, no flow, just jagged, jerky movements, barely able to hold my head up at times and falling out all over.

I had especial trouble because I couldn't breathe well and the pressure in my head was incredible.  I tried to sneeze quietly, but wasn't always successful.   If you were in class with me, I apologize for the sniffling and snorting coming from me.

But that's not all.  Somewhere on the floor, I realized that I tasted blood.  When I spat into a tissue to see if I really was tasting blood, I found myself looking at a bright red Rorschach blot on my tissue.  Um ew.  I should tell you here and now, this has never happened to me before.  I have never spontaneously sprung a leak in a vein.  For a spilt second I was worried that I might be dying.  What I finally realized, though, was that it was my bottom teeth. 

I'm a mutant.  I still have my bottom front baby teeth.  I don't have any adult teeth to push them out, so there they stay.  It's a genetic anomaly that runs rampant through my mother's family.  I have a cousin who only had 6 adult teeth show up.  Anyway, as you can imagine, after years and years of use beyond their intended time frame, they're worn and loose.  Last night in yoga, the gums around these tiny teeth oozed and oozed.  It was gross.

The real capper on the crappy class, though, was the fact that I could feel (and hear) my tendons stretching (creaking).  I am less than a week away from my 35th birthday and I'm feeling every single hour of my age (and more) right now.  I felt challenged last night - and not in a good way.

I wasn't going, "Oh yay.  This is great.  I get to push myself here."  No.  It was more like, "Dear god, I hope I can get all the way to the end without losing consciousness."  But I finally finished the class - not in good shape, but not dead in the corner, either.

I'm going to do a couple of doubles in the next couple of weeks because of my birthday and also because I'm leaving for Thanksgiving a day earlier than I thought, so in order to get my 30 in 30 I have to do a couple of doubles. 

After last night, I'm pretty sure I can get through just about anything.  So at least there's that.  I just really hope to never have a class quite that bad again. 


hannahjustbreathe said...

Ohhhh, honey. Well, it can only get better from here, right?!! I'm doing a few doubles throughout this challenge, too. Let's compare.

And, chin up. As my mother says, "Everything is survivable. Except death." Makes me smile every time. :)

Dorothy said...

Yes, I'm plugging along. I think I'll do my first double next week. Give myself a little time to warm up before diving into the deepest end.

Dorothy said...

And it makes me smile, too! ^___^