Today was a rough class. My right shoulder was on fire almost the whole class and my spine might as well have been made of stone. I didn't really have trouble getting through, but it was just hard. The funny thing was, as hard as it was, all I could do was laugh. I laughed at my burning shoulder, my wobbly balancing postures, my very shallow back bends. Toil, toil, toil. But laughing about it, so it was really fine.
The trouble came towards the end of class. I made an impulsive class decision. I had been going to go to a later class, but then I got my early chores done faster than I thought, so I decided to go to the 11:30 class. It didn't occur to me until about minute 75 that I hadn't eaten anything and the only water I'd had was what I'd drunk in class. I only realized it at all because the tingling in my right arm at that moment became a little scary.
Rabbit gave me a huge cramp across my ribcage and sensation rapidly evacuated my face. I lay down for a minute and, again, had to laugh. What kind of dumbass goes to yoga without having had at least a glass of water? Me. I recovered enough to finish class without incident and got myself a coconut water to fix the tingly-crampiness.
When I got home, Matt made me a sandwich and some ginger tea and laughed at me - and with me.
I *know* that I'm okay even when this kind of stuff happens. But, still. I was *this* close to flagging down the teacher and begging her to run downstairs and get me a coconut water.
Ah well. We will live to tell the tale, right? :)