Friday July 3 - Day 4:

We get to torture central at 9:15 on the dot and the class is FULL!!! We cannot get in! I guess holiday weekend started early. Inside I am enjoying the released endorphins from an overwelming sense of relief that I am off the hook for no fault of my own. My celebration is almost immediately dashed though: we are on a 10 session in 10 day program and if we cannot get in today, we have to do a make up session tomorrow. The thought of two sessions in one day instantly slaps reality into the mood.

Sean (with enthusiasm) and I (like a someone walking down deathrow) decide to come back at 4:30pm. This is a risky move on my part since I have weight training at the gym from 3 - 4pm [which has to be preceeded by at least 30 minutes high intensity cardio] but that cannot be worse than 2 yoga sessions on the same day… so away we go.

My trainer could not keep a straight face when I explained the situation … and makes no accommodation whatsoever. Today is “Chest and Triceps” day and that’s that. The gym is a now a place to “relax” in frantic kinetic activity. I vow to all present NEVER to complain about air conditioning again as I have a great session lifting as good as I have ever lifted in a nice cool 82 degrees … a temperature I would have been loudly complaining about just last week.

We show up at yoga at 4:30 — I did not have a chance to even shower between. The class is miniscule…maybe 8 people who either like me are in terror of two sessions tomorrow or just those ultra health nuts who chatter at the break about the latest raw food diet and having biked to Mariposa and back the day before. Weirdly…. the session went well…well for me that is. I managed to do all the exercises, at least to some extent, the instructor was a nice lady and in a small group could be more helpful to struggling newbies. She even let me take two minutes to go throw up….which made me feel instantly better. What she then said then gave truth to my [and your] suspicions…in the attempt to make me feel better she confides that for the first few months, she threw up nearly every time, that most of the people take months to get used to the heat and still faint and/or get nauseous. The prospects of me signing up for the 60 day challenge, which were always slim, just hit zero.

However, bottom line is, besides the quick hurl, it was a turning point. Maybe Richard’s comment the day before that day 4 or 5 is the turning point was true. Maybe it was just the combination of circumstance. Not taking any chances so today [yes, we really are going to do it on July 4 afternoon], I plan to replicate circumstances by hitting up the the gym first for some serious cardio.

Today will be the half way mark. This morning, Sean showed his first signs of wavering about yoga. I cannot blame him, I have been wavering since Day 2 while he has pretty much sailed through this thing like a veteran [there are some days I hate youth]. Today will be an acid test for will - with two of us both wavering, it will be interesting to see if we get the motivation up to go through.