Thanks to 90 degree humid weather outside and a neighboring power yoga class, the yoga bomb started off with a bang. Hahahaha oh man that is good stuff right there. Seriously though, it was fucking hot. The sweat started pouring during kapalabhati breathing and continued long after savasana ended. It felt a little like a power class instead of all levels although it is possible my "yoga shape"could best be described as "abysmal". Is abysmal a shape? Fuck you! All in all it was a solid class that featured several moments when I did not regret my decision to drop a yoga bomb on myself.
Instructor: Matt
Pain level: Yellow
Highlight of the class: Falling on my head attempting to reach crow posture
Favorite posture: Kakasana (crow) obviously. Grievous head injuries make everything better.
Least favorite posture: Everything that involved kneeling and sitting on my heels. Some of us cannot straighten our feet and that shit feels like I am breaking my ankles.
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