Planked out
Oh my god. I'm gonna vomit.
I had 2 papers due last week, and I've got a huge paper due Monday. The one due monday is designing an intervention, so it's not one to take lightly. I just did research for it yesterday, however, because I've been going at a cheetah's pace with all the other shit plus "work." I was up til 3 last night reading and taking notes and have 4 books left to read today before diving into the outline. then I have paper writing day all day tomorrow. ON top of this I have to conduct an interview for "work" today at 2. I put work in quotation marks bc I don't really consider assistantships meaningful work but rather a waste of my fucking time.
So there's a yoga class on Sat at the gym, and I'm thinking that it's free so I might as well do it. Holy crap. I've done yoga for years at home and have taken a couple of classes but this shit was whack. I'm expecting this happy, flowy, relaxing stuff. hell no. I don't know what the hell I did, but it was hot as hell in there and I sweat like a damned pig, and it was this crazy moving yoga. I swear she didn't stay in the same spot for more than a second if that. We were up, down, up, down, jump up, jump down into plank, lift up a leg, plank it, jump your legs between your hands, stand on your head and spank your ass kind of yoga. Jeez. Seriously, my body was soaked with sweat.
Driving home, I felt so weird. I was shaky and cold, and I couldn't focus well and was light headed. And now, I'm trying to read some more before my interview, and I think I'm going to puke. I can't see straight. I feel so sick and shaky and cold as hell. It's like having the damn flu. So I whipped out the Vernor's (saved solely for migraines), and I'm trying to rally.
Shit. First rod destroyed me now yoga? Yoga? I thought gym yoga classes were for desperate housewives in little matching outfits. WTF was this stuff?
I had 2 papers due last week, and I've got a huge paper due Monday. The one due monday is designing an intervention, so it's not one to take lightly. I just did research for it yesterday, however, because I've been going at a cheetah's pace with all the other shit plus "work." I was up til 3 last night reading and taking notes and have 4 books left to read today before diving into the outline. then I have paper writing day all day tomorrow. ON top of this I have to conduct an interview for "work" today at 2. I put work in quotation marks bc I don't really consider assistantships meaningful work but rather a waste of my fucking time.
So there's a yoga class on Sat at the gym, and I'm thinking that it's free so I might as well do it. Holy crap. I've done yoga for years at home and have taken a couple of classes but this shit was whack. I'm expecting this happy, flowy, relaxing stuff. hell no. I don't know what the hell I did, but it was hot as hell in there and I sweat like a damned pig, and it was this crazy moving yoga. I swear she didn't stay in the same spot for more than a second if that. We were up, down, up, down, jump up, jump down into plank, lift up a leg, plank it, jump your legs between your hands, stand on your head and spank your ass kind of yoga. Jeez. Seriously, my body was soaked with sweat.
Driving home, I felt so weird. I was shaky and cold, and I couldn't focus well and was light headed. And now, I'm trying to read some more before my interview, and I think I'm going to puke. I can't see straight. I feel so sick and shaky and cold as hell. It's like having the damn flu. So I whipped out the Vernor's (saved solely for migraines), and I'm trying to rally.
Shit. First rod destroyed me now yoga? Yoga? I thought gym yoga classes were for desperate housewives in little matching outfits. WTF was this stuff?
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