I’ve been so hopped up on Sudafed that I forgot to actually write about day 21 in my last post. That’s okay, since both of these lessons ended in the same way (badly), they probably belong together.
Day 21: Hatha 1
On Sunday I had my favorite special guest join me for yoga. Not only is he handsome, but he’s bendy too:
Me and Donnie
I was excited for Donnie to try this class because it is taught by one of my fave instructors (the one that hands out hugs after class). Also, I didn’t mind seeing him sweat his way through the class. 😉
The practice was tough and amazing and somehow I managed to keep my sniffling to a minimum. When it came time for shavasana, our instructor told us she would be leading us through a guided meditation, so our rest would be 30-minutes. At first I was excited for the opportunity.
But then as we began our meditation I felt it, the tingle in the back of my throat. You know, the one that says, “Hey you… You need to cough.” I tried to shake it, but realized it wasn’t going anywhere. I grabbed my water bottle and stepped out of the classroom and walked outside into the rain to cough freely.
I stood outside for about 15 minutes, coughing and drinking water, until I felt confident that I was over my coughing fit. I rejoined the class at the perfect time (they were making noises) and was at least able to join the guided meditation halfway through.
Afterwards we grabbed a bite to eat and headed off to pick up one of my pugs from the vet. To keep this as clean as possible, I’ll leave it at “Rex had some anal gland issues.”
Here’s Rex recovering (and looking like a sad little sumo wrestler):
Yes, that’s an old 5k race t-shirt wrapped around his bottom. Gotta use them somehow!
I spent the rest of the rainy day coughing, sniffling and reading.
Day 22: Ashtanga Basics
Throughout this challenge there have been days where I just didn’t feel like going to yoga. Monday was the worst of these days. Tropical Storm Debby was reaping havoc outside, I had a long day at work and I was feeling like crud. I wanted nothing more than to lay on the couch and let Donnie take care of me. But with only a limited schedule to hit my 26 days of the 30-day challenge, I knew I had to go.
My poor instructor. I walked in and he was a ray of sunshine. I was that dark cloud that kills the sunshine.
As we worked into our practice I started to feel better and my mood started to shift. I was taking the higher difficulty options for poses and was feeling stronger than I thought I would. By the time Shavasana rolled around, I was feeling proud of myself for a good practice.
I was just shy of patting myself on my back (in my head, of course) when I felt it. The tingle in the back of my throat. Dangit, what is it about laying down on my back that makes me have to cough? I tried to fight it, but it wasn’t going to fly out of my mouth. Instead I ran out of the studio and tried to make it outside but the door was locked. I almost kicked the door open, but thankfully someone unlocked it for me. I ran out into the light drizzle and started coughing like a wild woman. Thank God for my instructor, who brought me a bottle of water or I might still be sitting out there coughing.
There was no getting to go back and enjoy the second half of rest this time. I missed it all. I’ll tell you what, yoga practice seems so incomplete without shavasana.
Tonight I had a scheduled hair appointment, so no yoga for me. I now have the rest of this week (Saturday being the last day) to complete the challenge.
I sure do hope I don’t cough my way through it.
I Sweat Pretty 
HA – what a priceless way to use that 5k shirt. I hope he’s doing better now!
those coughs always come at the worst time! it happened to me once randomly during a lecture i was sitting in on…the room was silent, and of course that tickle just has to come in…which means i have to start running (out of there) hahaha
Yeah. And you like like a crazed mad woman running out, but it sure beats just sitting there and coughing like a crazed mad woman who might lose her lung. 😉