I wrote this yesterday, but forgot to post it. The title doesn't make sense unless you know that there is a yoga posture called the Fish. And apparently I do it well.
After two hours of yoga, I’m rather exhausted. It’s not the sleepy kind of exhausted, the kind of exhausted where you use energy you didn’t know you had, the kind that makes you starving, but you are too sweaty to appear in public. It makes you want to shout out in the street, “I LOVE MY YOGA CLASS!” At the same time you can barely make it down the hallway, a funny kind of limp-hop because every part of your body is screaming. That’s how I feel. I had to brace my right knee because it is causing me so much pain. No matter how much my week sucked, no matter what happened to put a damper on my spirits, yoga always makes me better. It is my heroin. And just like heroin, I need it more and more. I do it twice a week, but I fear that soon I will be a yoga junkie, spending all my time honing my body to perfection. There is only one bad thing about it. The next morning. Muscles I didn’t know I had will be hurting. And by the time the hurt goes away, it’s time to do it again.
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