It's not so much painful as just a constant awareness of all the muscles in my body at once. Like all the normal muscles are saying "hi there, nice to see you again", and all the weird little muscles you never think about are more like "YO' BITCH, HERE I AM...BAM".
My body feels like it's got little sparks of energy flowing thru it. Almost like a engine, and all it's little pistons and spark plugs or whatever. You know what I mean...I'm feeling the burn. Everywhere....
I leave the class with a complete body stone, probably wouldn't pass a sobriety test...no sofficer, drunk I'm not, I's swears I meants to poke myself in the eye. My body feels heavy and light all at the same time. I feel so content. I get the munchies. I drift off into la-la-land. It's all good. I am in my bliss. My happy place. Plus I get a workout, which is probably why I'm walking a little slower and why it hurts when I laugh (hi there, teeny-tiny ab muscles...I can feel you!). Win-win.
I really felt like I'd never left. It's been months without consistent yoga. I've dabbled in a few youtube classes. I'm suffered thru some P90X yoga...NOT fun. I've had my fair share of pigeon poses before bed but it's definitely not the same. The moment my head hit the mat and I felt the warm air rush over me I knew I was back in heaven.
It may take a while before I'm really back in my zone of falling asleep and crying but I'm sure it will come.
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