I dipped into my yoga savings bank -- having pulled two doubles recently -- on Thursday and didn't attend any classes. Instead, I got a deep tissue massage. I was still in an extraordinary amount of pain ... and everything was just off.
Then I went to class on Friday, which I left feeling as bad as I describe in the previous post. I went to the supermarket and got a venti caramel frappuccino, a pistachio muffin, and a powdered donut (all of which I split/shared with my partner). I was feeling self-destructive. I came home and sobbed for no apparent reason, and I felt depressed all day. I was in a very dark place. I described it to my partner, who is a writer, as writing pages of brilliant material and then watching the computer crash and finding that everything on the computer is irretrievable. I had been practicing Bikram yoga fairly regularly for the past few weeks, and I was seeing improvements, however subtle, in each class. Then BAM. I crashed.
It turns out that everything I was experiencing -- from the soreness to the feeling that my muscles were replaced with wet sandbags, from the fatigue to the intense headache, from the stomach cramps to the nausea -- was a result of forgetting to take my daily dosage of medicine for a few days. I was suffering from withdrawal symptoms!
Today I went to class and felt great. I had taken my medicine, and I had even taken a pill of the important B vitamins. I was able to do most of the postures, although I sat out a full set of a few postures. I'm still regaining some strength, but I FEEL LIKE MYSELF AGAIN!
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