Yoga - 1 & Jill - 0

Well, 1st hot yoga class complete....  In preparation of my first attempt at this, I did what anyone would do - I googled what to expect. I did get some great tips like - listen to your body, take breaks, drink lots of water not just during the class but throughout the day leading up to the class..so I did this. Drank a boatload of water and by 330 I was rushing to the bathroom every half hour to pee. Then I start panicking thinking I'm not going to be the girl who is obviously doing her first rodeo here and having to leave for pee breaks - nope not doing it.

Then I arrive - and my friend behind the counter was there to greet me and he was so nice and remembered my name (crap maybe he does remember me from highschool...) either way - he was very nice and showed me where to go, la la la. So. I make my way into the class eagerly looking about at the others in the group and I notice...they are all wearing tanks and shorts that barely cover, and I immediately judge them for trying to look good while working out - I'm in yoga pants and a tank, but I move past that and look around to see what they are doing. And I copy them...some go and grab the foamy blocks so I do...some take a sip of water..I do...then they all start lying down...so I do..at this point I'm already sweating...and I'm muttering under my breath that I should have worn shorts...and then I wonder if anyone would notice if I showed up next time in my undergarments...

The first 15 minutes were BRUTAL, but I tell myself they always are and by the half hour mark I will be over the hump...then the half hour mark comes and my arms and legs are on FIRE. the teacher comes along side of me and says "bring that back leg right up behind your hand" And I laugh at him and try to and in my head I think of other things I'd rather do to him with that foot...then 35 minutes comes and that's when I say the heck with it, I'm the girl that leaves for pee breaks - I embraced it. and when I got to the bathroom I was shaking and frustrated and sore so, I  bawled my eyes out.  That was easily the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. And then its over, I'm walking out feeling proud that I stuck it out even though the whole time I was saying I'm never doing this again.

Then I mutter again for being ambitious and parking far away...and then it hits me.  I feel my stomach begin to gurgle and a nice uncomfortable wave of nausea comes over me and I start walking faster thinking I just went to shoppers I know I have a bag in my car....I get in the car start to drive off breathing deep trying not to puke, then its the point of no return and I empty the shoppers bag on the front seat and I puked my guts up. then I think to myself my legs are so warm so I move the bag and realize there was a FREAKING pin hole in it and I basically just puked on myself. I then think of dear Wendy and her Pink Bubblegum blog post and I woof my cookies a bit more. Now I have this holey puke bag so I have to get rid of it and I'm not running out to garbage bin with a wet lap, so I quickly open my door and littered it. Stop judging me what would you have done?! Then I open my window to get some fresh air and I realize I hear a bag blowing in the wind and I pull up to a stop sign and open my door and there goes my freakin' puke bag that got stuck in my door...UGH!

So I left it and drove off like nothing happened...Whatever.

I will now take my googled advice and listen to my body and TAKE breaks when I need them, even if that means going out of the room to get a moment.

Until Tomorrow....Goodnight!