Sweet merciful crap. I'm so fucking cranky. Our yoga class tonight was focused on balances, with a side focus of leg strength. So, you know, we were doing mostly leg balances.
I've said it before, but I'm not sure I can stress it enough: I SUCK AT BALANCING. And I suck roughly 1,500 times harder on the right side than the left for whatever stupid reason. Of course, I spent 45 minutes on the treadmill before class and used my inhaler, so I was all full of energy and a bit jittery. Oh, and my legs were tired. Let me tell you how much that helps when you're trying to balance. And the longer the class went on, the more I sucked and the more frustrated I got, which increased the sucking, because I was frustrated and couldn't get my breathing under control and focus.
Look, I know I have to do the stuff I suck at and the stuff that is difficult to improve. I spend a lot of time cursing under my breath at the gym, whether it's in yoga or when I'm on the elliptical machine or lifting weights. The stuff I hate doing is probably the most important for me to do.
What really pisses me off, is that I can bust out a Tree Pose or King Dancer in my kitchen or living room when KayGee and I are doing drunk yoga. Why can I do it when I'm not in class?
An entire class of epic levels of suck is apparently a bit too much for me to handle. Because I want to fight somebody right about now. I hate being a failure.