No. Sleep. Till Bikram.

Finally got down to the bikram yoga center that opened on Diversey. I’d done it twice last winter and it kicked my ass. And today was no different.

Towards the end we were laying in savasana and I’m chanting to myself oh my God oh my God oh my God as my heart pounded and I was soaked in perspiration. 

Turning to this because I’m determined to get my ankle and shoulder healed by next summer so I can run again. I miss it so. 

Published by Andy

Gay Hoosier Taurus INFJ ex-playwright pianist gymbunny published author in San Francisco.

2 replies on “No. Sleep. Till Bikram.”

  1. Nah – even if the joints were tip-top, I can’t devote that much time to training for something like that. Now the Gay Games Phsyique contest, that is a different matter entirely.

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