A sad day…
It had to happen eventually, but I did not go to yoga today.
That said, I tried and wanted to.
I woke up early and did the Mother’s Day calls, felt fine. I knew I couldn’t go to 9 a.m. yoga, as I was buying tickets to the VERY small club date that Maroon 5 is playing on June 1. As expected, it sold out almost instantaneously and, as intended, I got tickets.
I had my bag packed for noon yoga, and around 10:30-11, I had a slight headache, but nothing I was worried about. Then, in rapid succession, I started sneezing rather frequently and my nose filled with fluid and started running. Aside from this quick-onset symptom, I felt fine. In fact, had it been a gym visit and not yoga, I’d've probably gone.
But, yoga is all about concentration, which frequent sneezing doesn’t really help, and inhaling and exhaling through your nose for six counts in, six counts out. And now, nose breathing is off the menu. As it rolled in pretty fast, I was slightly taken aback at going from fine to somewhat sick, even though I still felt fine.
I push off the noon class, figuring I’ll fare better for 4:30 or 6:30p, because at that point, I’ll have the advantage of drugs.
So, normally I would leave at around 4p for 4:30p yoga, but today, I go at 3:30p. I’m thinking it might be something in the apartment, since it seemed more allergy than illness, although I don’t have any allergies really. I figured fresh air would do me good, so I dosed up on Tylenol Sinus and took a slow walk toward yoga, hoping for my nasal whatever it is to lift as I get closer to yoga.
It doesn’t. I keep thinking of my reaction to someone else in class constantly inhaling their mucus back into their nose through yoga postures and decide I am not going to be that guy.
So, I go to Herbivore for early dinner, thinking I’ll hang out a bit longer and see if I clear up for the 6:30 class. After dinner, and some forced window/store shopping, it clearly wasn’t going anywhere, so yoga bag on my back, I walk home.
I guess my body was through too many temperature extremes this week and is pushing back. We had a heatwave in the city early this week, so my time was spent nearly naked in my apartment, with a fan blowing, except for when I was nearly naked at yoga. One problem, the hot yoga in a heatwave is a fickle beast, and on Monday, the normally 100-105ish room was up to 116 degrees. We all did the class, no problem. No one passed out or anything.
As the week progressed, the temperature came back down, sharpening the contrast once again between the outdoors and yoga. On Friday, when I studied with Rajashree, the room there was up around 115 and outside was much much cooler.
And, last night, for fireworks at the bay, I was bundled up in a sweater, T-shirt, a heavy jacket, gloves, and was still a bit chilly. So, going from the rainforest-like conditions of hot yoga in a heatwave to winter in the space of six days may have done me in.
Anyway, the hope is that this is a passing thing, and tomorrow I am back in class. I can just do a double one day this week, and instead of saying I did X number of classes “in a row,” I’ll just switch to saying I did X classes in X days, which will seem consecutive.
Oh well… it was bound to happen. Hopefully I wake up feeling fine. I got my traditional cold elixir this night, a half gallon of Odwalla orange juice.
