On Christmas Eve, I showed up to a packed house. My studio had just one class that morning and everyone came. I was feeling completely back to normal and not at all sick. Since the room was packed, I knew it was gonna get hot in there! I sat up in a spot where I would be able to get a little breeze from the fans if they were on but not too much.
Class started off well – very well. I felt strong which was great because I hadn’t felt strong in days. I had a great half moon and even the first part of awkward was good (for me).
But, as I’ve said here before, all you can do is be in the moment of any given posture. Those first few postures up through SH2K were great. But somewhere around Standing Bow things started to become a little less than great. At first I just needed to come out of the posture early, but by triangle I felt myself starting to go down.
By tree pose I was completely down for the count. And I literally mean I was down for the count.
Oh, I managed to pull something off that sort of resembled wind removing pose, and I did one sad set of cobra. And then that was it. I was done. During spine strengthening I requested some electrolytes and laid on my back in savassanah. I couldn’t even do savassanah right. I felt ill just laying there. I had to bend my knees up just to get through it.
Somewhere around camel I started sitting up again. I wasn’t doing any more postures, but I would do a sad little sit up and then sit there while everyone did the posture. I did that for first set. Second set was a long savassanah (with my knees propped up still). I struggled through the final breathing exercise and then managed to haul my butt into the hallway where I sat against the wall for a moment. I needed to put my breathe mat in the hamper at the other end of the hallway. Felt like the longest walk ever.
All that said, one of my yoga buddies pointed out that I had a great class. I stayed in the room. I moved through the experience. I took what the class gave me. We don’t often think about “bad” classes as being “great” ones (at least I don’t), but this was an opportunity to think of the class differently. Really, it was an opportunity to think of class simply as class and not on a dichotomy of good/bad.