mrginger

I almost died yesterday. I went to a Bikram Yoga class. There was a time I was in great shape and could force myself through all kinds of physical exertion. Now, not so much. Its been about 4yrs since I really exercised on a regular basis. In that time, I've probably consumed at least 100 times my body weight in whiskey( 16000lbs of whiskey). Drinking is a different kind of physical challenge than exercise. Its not easy to do what I've done, just hard to see the benefits. I've ammassed an incredible supply of toxins throughout my body. The other day at the bikram class these toxins bumrushed my pores.
If your familiar with Bikram, you know they heat the room to 105 degrees or more with extremely high humidity. Within 5min of my time there I was sweating buckets. Buckets of stale Jameson. Then the cycle of postures commenced. It wasn't long before my stomach was turning. I sat out for a few minutes to gain my composure (not puke) and tried to get back into the practice. Then my head began to pound, I felt the walls closing in. My dome felt like it was literally going to asploid.
I spent the rest of the class laying on my back in a puddle of sweat dying. In the meantime 40, 50, and 60 year olds around me were breathing deeper than whales and making pretzels look republican. Sweating pure oxygen, Those fucks. So I paid for the introductory package. I paid for torture.