Hot yoga …. no bueno 

Today was a first. Today I tried hot yoga. I almost died. I can barely balance a full tray of drinks let alone balance my body during tree pose. I love yoga though. I’ve done it about ten times and loved it. This time was different. The room was 90 degrees. No offense, but I can’t get with the hot yoga trend. Heat is my bestie, on the beach with a frozen drink in hand.



This was torture. I feel like the instructor might have been carded by me at some point. This was total pay back. I should have served her that  Long Island ice tea. I kept going back and forth in my mind. What did I do to deserve such pain? All of the stretching, lifting,holding,twisting in this heated room was a nightmare. Not to mention the movements had names. What the hell is a half pigeon?  I felt like I was cheating on a test. Was I the only one who didn’t get the study guide before class? I copied off anyone I could. I wish you could have seen me. No bueno.

After my work week, I always wake up feeling like I was hit by a mac truck. I’m not exaggerating here. You won’t really understand until you wear two inch heels, while carrying a tray of glass ware, up and down a casino floor. Therefore, it is important to take care of myself. That is why I agreed to go to yoga today. Sounded like a good idea, seemed legit. I thought it would be relaxing and good for me. I failed.

Moving on, I’m going to see my massage therapist. This is more my speed, my speed is zero. I want to be laying down while doing absolutely nothing. If you are a cocktail server you should have one of these, along with a Chiropracter, on speed dial. (Oops I just dated myself.) I mean Siri should know these two contacts by heart. Actually, every human should have these two wonderful people in there life.

Cheers to a relaxing weekend for those of you who are off. The rest of us have to work.

Happy Friday!

Published by Confessions of a cocktail server

Aspiring blogger .... Currently a cocktail server with 117 dreams to fulfill .... Jill of all trades master at most... follow my tales of trying to survive in the cocktail world, dating, adulting and life period.

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