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Turns out, I was lucky. In my third water skiing outing, not only did my bathing suit stay on, but I managed to get up and stay up for at least a minute. But it felt like MUCH longer.

As promised, here’s the proof:

I don’t know if you can tell, but that look on my face when I finally got up? That’s pure shock. Like when a baby takes its first steps and realizes he’s not falling. I was that surprised.

And, despite the helpful yells from the boat to bend my knees, my legs are still completely rigid. My thought process at the time wasn’t, Okay, nice and easy, bend your legs. It was more along the lines of, Holy shit! You got up! Don’t fall! Followed closely by, Stop pulling on the bar; just use it for balance. Balance, Liebchen-san.

I started to get a little more comfortable, and even contemplated waving at the camera, but almost immediately recognized that for the stupid idea it was. You can see, though, around the 0:57 and 1:05 marks that I’m still not quite at ease enough to go outside the wake. Every time my ski starts go over a crest, I pull back a little bit.

(Oooh, life metaphor. Deep.)

Anyway, I can’t wait to go again. And here’s hoping that if I bend my knees like I’m supposed to, I’ll be able to take the turns a little better, and not wipe out like I did at the end of this video.

Though, as far as wipeouts go, it’s not too shabby. I just could have used a little more flair.

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It’s been about two years since I’ve done yoga. And it’s been more than three since I’ve done hot yoga. But that didn’t stop me from signing up for and attending my first Bikram class last night, at Bikram Yoga in Dupont.

How bad could it be? I thought. Hot yoga was great. You sweat out all your toxins, and achieve this incredible calm afterward. In fact, I may have even described one particular class as orgasmic. How different could Bikram be?

About 20 degrees different. That’s how.

The hot yoga that I practiced in Baltimore was amazing. In fact, if you’re ever there, I strongly recommend the Charm City Yoga studio. While I was there, I thought that I was sweating up a storm, that I was completely detoxing my body.

And then I did Bikram. Where the room temperature is 105* compared to the cool 85* of a hot yoga studio. And the humidity’s no joke, either. When I left the studio last night, I looked like I’d just gotten caught in a rainstorm, with my clothes all a darker shade than they had been before, and water still dripping down my face and body. And I felt amazing.

They don't look so bad drawn out, but when you're sweaty, it adds an extra challenge.

Some observations:

  • The instructor was on her game. The studio had a weird set up – almost two rooms – where you couldn’t actually see all of your classmates, and not everyone would have been able to follow an instructor standing in the front. But ours walked around, calling out the poses and offering guidance as necessary. For the first time, I felt that that, coupled with observing other classmates, was enough for me even as a first time Bikram-er.
  • I knew I’d underestimated the temperature when I walked in the studio and immediately started sweating. When your skin is glistening before you even start the breathing exercises, you know you’re in for a workout.
  • I was pleasantly surprised with how many of the positions my muscles remembered. I may have lost some of my flexibility (I can’t touch my toes), but I could hold nearly every pose for the majority of the time. I’m not doing any crazy balancing yet, but we’ll see. I won’t rule anything out.
  • Bring two water bottles. They say you can refill during class, but walking around all the mats and still trying to dodge the sweat puddles makes it a little tricky.
  • You always have to be behind someone, but try to make sure it’s not the guy with the too loose shorts who almost kicks you in the face during positions 7, 17, and 18. It kind of takes you out of the zone. Briefly.

When all is said and done, I’ll definitely go back. I got the intro week pass, so I’m good until next Wednesday.

Who’s in?

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A week from today is Ash Wednesday, which marks the start of Lent – 40 days of sacrifice leading up to Easter. And despite what it may sound like from some of the stories I share here, I do consider myself fairly religious. Therefore, come next Wednesday, I’ll be giving something up. I’m just not sure what yet.

Now, I’m a WASP to the max, so I have it a little easier: I don’t have to fast at all, or give up meat on Fridays. And if I do mess up, I don’t have to go to confession. (Which really works out fine, considering I already carry around an ample amount of guilt – vestiges from my grandmother’s guilt trips, you see.) But every year I try to sacrifice something different, with varying degrees of success.

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  • There was the year I gave up chocolate – and had hot cocoa by accident on a Girl Scout retreat.
  • Once I gave up beer, but not alcohol in general. (Let me tell you, playing flip cup and beirut with mixed drinks…not the best idea I’ve ever had.)
  • Another time I gave up trash-talking/gossiping about a specific person (who totally had it coming), and my friends celebrated with cake and a party when I was done.
  • And another, I gave up T.V. – which made it awkward when I walked out of the room while someone else had it on.

But this year? I’m out. I have no idea what to give up. I asked Cla about it and she said, “Don’t do alcohol! We’ll be in Argentina!” Duly noted.

That being said, I’m open to suggestions. Regardless of your religious or non inclinations, what would you (or have you) sacrifice(d) for 40 days and nights? (Or even a week – I’m not picky, I just need ideas.)

I really can’t do chocolate again. It might be better for my waistline, but it totally makes me cranky.

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