Dip into me

Today I went for three yoga classes back to back.

I regret my first two lessons at Space and Light Yoga today. They were Yoga Power 1 and Yoga Power 2. I believe only in hot yoga so these two lessons weren't for me at all. They were alignment based and I had no taste for it it.

The class after that was Yoga Hour. It was fine, but it wasn't a heated studio so I wasn't feeling it. I liked the instructor but after a while, I felt fucking uninspired again. I think it's back bends and forward folds.

I fucking hate them. I try so hard but the pain isn't like my usual tricks poses kinda pain. It is the "you can never fucking do me, Nicole, you're built to fail me" pain. I fucking hate it. It makes me want to cut my hamstrings and break my back just so these moves can never taunt me again.

I planned for more in the afternoon but obviously my mood took a dive. I am still feeling the fucking shame from not improving in my forward folds. Fuck you, you fucking worthless back and high-strung hamstrings. If you don't let me fix you by June 2016, I will fucking snap you.

I will snap you like a fucking twig.

Then we both never need to worry about inflexibility again.