Birthday Yoga Challenge: Day 11 – Turbulence

When I was in high school, I rode in a teeny tiny passenger plane with my Uncle. I don’t remember where we were going or why – some political event I think – but I do remember that there was really bad turbulence and I experienced the most hellish air sickness. I won’t elaborate any further except to say that I made good use of the barf bag.

This memory came back to me because that’s how I felt in the hot room today.

In the first part of class, The Standing Series, I swayed and wobbled like the proverbial drunken sailor. I felt so nauseous that there were moments I was sure I  would have to leave the room if I didn’t want to embarrass myself by projectile vomiting at the clean shiny mirror in front of me. I made it through to the Floor Series by sitting down a lot and breathing as deeply as possible. I have never been more happy to lie down than I was today.

I wasn’t quite as nauseous during the floor postures. Instead I felt as if all the internal organs in my body had been detached from their moorings and had settled into the bottom of my stomach where they were being agitated like they were in a washing machine. It was a very disturbing feeling, but again – somehow I made it through.

I’m not sure what happened today. I was really hydrated and went in feeling pretty strong, but I guess my body was going through something.

I told the owner of the studio – who had taught the class -  that it was probably the sickest I’ve ever felt in the hot room. She shared that she recently had a similar experience after eating too much cantaloupe before class. It’s nice to know that even veteran practitioners still occasionally experience these “off-days”.

As I walked out the door, she said to me “Sometimes, ****  happens.”

So does turbulence.

When it does, all you can do is lie down, breathe deeply and stay in the damn room!

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