Wednesday, February 9, 2005

   God I'm sore.
Ow. I hurt in many areas I was previously unaware of.
So yesterday was Mardi Gras, which was (amazingly enough) great. I got woken up at around 6 yesterday morning by a phone call from Dawn...had it been anyone other than Dawn on the other end of that ringtone, I would have hunted them down and skinned them alive, but since it wasn't- I stayed quiet until I was awake enough to speak English rather than profanity.
Turns out that Ino had had another of her waffle cravings and was trying to rally some kind of grand force to go to breakfast. So yeah, managed to drag my ass out of bed and drive over.
I had forgotten it was Mardi Gras too, until Ino walked in all covered in sparkly junk like some demented pixie. I learned later that Dawn hadn't forgotten either since she had stuffed the pockets of her cargos full of plastic beads...which she hurled at everyone with a little more enthusiasm then is really warranted at 7am, but it was hilarious all the same.
Since none of us really had plans, Me, Dawn, Ino, Eiri, Haru, Kendell, Marxis, and a bunch of people I've never met (I'm guessing friends of other people...didn't take the time to find out) headed downtown to a sushi bar and ate, then headed back to Haru's apt. to watch a shit load of anime and play DDR. All in all, a fun night- a lot more than I initially thought it was going to be.
So at some point during the course of things last night, I was talking to Dawn about the whole Mardi Gras thing and she pointed out that today marks the beginning of lent (I knew that at one time, just forgot it...). She's going back to veganism and doing some sort of detoxification program for 40 days, and I figured that I may as well try doing something too...so I took her up on her offer to join her at her yoga classes thinking 1)more time with her 2)it's yoga...it'll be easy...relaxing....
Holy shit, the things you learn. So I woke up this morning and Dawn goes "try not to eat anything until after the class."
I go. "Why not?" (not that I'm in the habit of eating anything other than instant breakfast in the mornings anyways)
She goes, "Because if you eat anything, you might throw up."
You'd think I would have taken that as a warning sign. So she drives us down to the gym complex and I'm like one of 3 guys in a class of 30. We start warm-ups which are normal stretches like the ones we do in capoeira, and I'm feeling kinda cocky because I train 4 times a week and all this shit is really easy....and then he starts telling us to put our limbs places. So I follow instructions...and find out that I'm not nearly as flexible as I thought I was. Sure, I can do a split, but I can't put my fucking foot behind my head!
Long story short, I try to keep up with this screwed up game of quantum-twister, look around and notice that Dawn and everyone else seem to be happily tying themselves into knots like insane pretzel-people...and force myself into a semblance of the poses they're holding.
When I first got out, I was a little sore...on the drive back to my apartment, I was noticing some new muscles...and now I have a new respect for yoga. I am so sore...40 days of this 4 days a week? I better be damn bendy at the end of all this...
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