Hot, PT, Drama

So far the week has been great other than a  few minor things.

Monday I went to Bikram Hot Yoga and we had a new instructor. She knew her stuff but talked really fast. Good thing I’ve been doing it for a couple of months now because I knew what was needed in the pose even though I couldn’t understand her. I did Ok for awhile, but eventually the heat started to get to me. While doing the last part of the standing series (first 45 minutes), I noticed people were starting to drop like flies. The first two rows of the studio  are where the more experienced Yogi’s are, and they were starting to sit or lie down. It was that freakin hot. About half way through the lying series, I was very quickly running out of steam and my heart rate was pretty high. My body was in a fright and flight mode and was trying to cool itself down. I laid still for some of the lying poses trying to calm myself, it really was only about the last 3 poses that I only participated in the first set, then laid still for second set (more or less). At the very end, they recommend that you lie there and meditate to receive more benefit from the 90 minutes you just went through and this instructor was quite good in this aspect. In a quiet voice, she went through the “relax your feet, now your calves, now your legs….” Until she got to your head. Then she said the traditional “Namaste” and left the room. Well I have NEVER seen that room clear out so fast in the last two months as I did last night. For me, the entire time she was trying to calm us down, I wanted nothing more than to get up and get out of that room. When I did get up, I was dizzy, and outside of the studio there are benches and everyone of us recovers there. EVERYONE had issues with the heat that day and everyone was buzzing with it. One of the ladies had a look at the thermometer at the front of the room and it was 113F in there. Way to freakin hot. Quite a few folks gave the front desk folks feedback that it was way too hot. Normally the instructors open the doors to regulate the heat and keep it at 105 but this girl was new and didn’t open the doors.

So of course, I was just about beat from the heat. When I got home, I did not go for a walk with my daughter. It was all I could do just to eat, have a bath, and make my way to bed. And yes, I still love Hot Yoga and am going back today J

Tuesday I had my first personal training session with a lovely young lady at Good Life Fitness. She really focused on my core, back, legs/hips, and stretching me. I likely could have worked a bit harder but we were pretty much getting to know each other and what my limits are. I’m not sore today but I guess I likely won’t be because I have been working out pretty consistently with weights lately, walking, and Yoga. But the key thing is that I like her and we seem to be on the same wave length. There was one eye candy personal trainer there that actually kind of flirted with me. I didn’t know what to make of it other than, he does that with all the ladies. Another male PT at the front desk said he gets all the blondes as his customers (he was actually trying to get me to have him as my PT rather than Lauren). Anyway, of course I watched him train another lady and there is NO way I would hire him. He is too full of himself, and concentrated more on what was going on around him that his customer. And I did not agree with his method. This lady was doing a lat pull down and she was doing it so fast, that to me she was using momentum to pull that weight rather than her muscles. And he was egging her on. Turns out my PT doesn’t agree with his method either.

Then that PT I mentioned that was huge in the shoulders and arms that he looks way out of proportion, he trains pretty good as far as I could tell and Lauren says he is a big teddy bear. He just looks funny. J

Then after my session as I was leaving, I saw my ex-stepson from marriage #2. I don’t want to get into the drama of that life but this young man hates me. He had left home long before his dad and I split up and I have not seen him for many years but he has established a hate for me for breaking up with his dad. The circumstances were not pleasant, I’ve blogged about some of it in past posts, but this young man has only heard one side of the story. He is a very judgmental, angry young man and still has a lot of growing up to do. Anyway, he didn’t see me, but when he does, I am unsure of what his behavior will be. His youngest sister, who I still cherish, love and am still very involved in her life, is getting married in July and she really wants me to be there. I am the only Mom she remembers (her birth Mom passed when she was 3). Anyway, last week when I had lunch with her, she is very stressed because her a$$ of a father and brother are really being jerks about the fact that I’m going to be at the wedding and reception. They are telling her that if I am at the reception – Dad, will not have fun and only sit at the table (pouty freakin man), wont’ dance with her or nothing, and Brother will leave because he is not sure what he will say to me if he starts drinking alcohol.  Unbelievable – it’s been 5 years people  - this is a big eye opener of what kind of man I was married to. So I told her that this day is her day and I do not want to be the cause of any additional stress so I would NOT go to the reception but I will be at that wedding. She feels I deserve to be at the wedding more than her own family does.

Anyway…. Sorry rambled on there…. This young man is now going to see me at the gym and I think that is a good idea because he can get used to the fact that we live in the same side of the city and he is going to run into me and hopefully have gotten over himself before his sister’s wedding.

Oh the drama one has to live with sometimes…. J

And if you have read this far, I have some good news to report from my biofeedback session that I had yesterday but I’ll save that for another post because this one is already way too long.

Have a fantastic day everyone. Make good choices.

Ttyl

Sandra