Consuming a minimal amount of water and gulping down a grande soy chai latte an hour before 1.5 hours of hot yoga were a big mistake. Between the light-headedness, desire to puke, and super hot room (yes, I was once again in hottest part of the hottest room in the hottest studio), all I could do was lie down for a third of the class in savasana. You do the math and you will also call me a dunce (you don't hear that word everyday, do you?).
Fresh off the heels of my body's defeat, I took the bus home and continued reading Jane Eyre. [SPOILER ALERT] I am extremely unhappy with the protagonist's decision to not follow her heart right now, because I can only imagine how awesome Mr. Rochester would be as a lover...and let's be honest, ladies, we like reading about romance as much as men like watching what I will politely call "erotic films"--which is a lot. I'm hoping he makes his way back into her life somehow after atoning for his error; they were so perfect for each other!
I need to drink some water and finish this book.
haha my coworker was telling me about how all the middle aged moms in her class for bikram yoga would like down and sleep for half the class...
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