My muse is still dried up – so here’s a little re-blog-a-thog for you…welcome new readers and spambots!
It’s 7:30AM on a Saturday. I’ve just rounded the corner of the building on my bike where my Bikram studio resides. I smell the incense, Nag Champa would be my guess, a little tremor goes through my belly. It’s already hot and muggy – clouds are amassing in the distance but the sun is shining harshly overhead. What will today bring in the hot room? Will it be so hot and humid that I have to leave (again)? Will I have to lay in shavasana with heart thumping, sweat pouring, barely able to breathe just through my nose, wondering about my sanity?
Anything can happen in the hot room. That’s what makes my belly tremor. My summer practice has been
challenging, nay, hard. My hamstring injury is slowly, oh so slowly, healing- I have to sit through 3 postures because of it and I realize I’ve gotten into the…
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