the definition of exhaustion.

I hit the mat again today, OFFICIALLY.

After a month long absence from Bikram due to my unforgiving schedule, today I decided to turn up the heat and go balls to the wall with my practice. I had it clear in my head: "I'm going to own the next 90 minutes in this 105 degree sauna!"

A pat on the back for me for thinking positive... well put little grasshopper! But nooooo... in actuality, the minute I stepped in the room, the next hour and a half of heat ended up owning me! Today was perhaps the shittiest of all my practices. I quit and found myself in child's pose halfway through the standing series.

Struggle was the word of the day. I don't know how I survived that class, but I left the studio with happy endorphins racing through my veins. It didn't last long, however. I had to go to work right after my yoga class.

So now, after my eight hour shift, I can barely move because most of my bits and pieces are sore and achy. I feel like a steamroller ran me over. I want to say I had the most fulfilling day with my yoga practice in place.

But no... at day 1, my mat whooped me.