Well … After yesterday’s Yoga class I wanted booze … And I resembled the bottom picture sans booze. I mean really wanted booze. I am NOT sure why practicing Yoga made me want booze, but it did. Today … I REALLY WANT BOOZE.
Why? Every single part of my body is screaming. Mike tried to massage the aches away, but it WAS NOT TO BE. I loved the class. I can tell that I need MORE classes. All I really want to do is LAY in the bed and GROAN. I need to eat, but I just don’t want to bother with it. I mean, I have to bother with it, but that is going to mean using my arms. I don’t want to use my arms.
I don’t want to go potty–that requires using my quads and my gultous maximus–I know it isn’t spelled exactly right–I DON’T CARE! I am in PAIN! Pain! Pain. I did do my squats too, and it could account for some of the this pain. All of my body is in pain. EVEN MY BREASTS! I mean it–REALLY–Can you believe my boobs are dying today? How does that even happen? I have done yoga before, but NEVER has it hurt this bad. Wow, all I can say is, I am very out of shape.
Yes, I will be going back. You know — the hair of the dog so-to-speak. I can’t go around like this. I am about to go out for a walk to the beach. Or maybe I will ride my bike–NO–that would require that I lift my leg to get over the bar. That’s not happening. OUCH! Pain! Whine …. Hahahaha I want Wine … No, I want Tequilla straight!