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 After last week's roller coaster ride of tightness, fatigue, and frustration, today I am finally wearing my happy smiling face.  My two year anniversary of my first Bikram class will be this Friday! Unfortunately, I won't be celebrating it in the yoga studio since I'll be on a plane to A-TOWN, Georgia for some family fun time with the in-laws.

Now that I'm seeing everything with rose-colored glasses, I'll attempt to  make sense of my very disturbing week in the hot room. I don't understand why  in the last four classes, I have felt like I'm suffocating in CAMEL.  I panic to the extent that I rush out of the pose early and my heart feels like it will burst.   I wish I could say that this was followed by some  spiritual encounter with Jesus or Buddha.  But after obsessing about camel-time for most of the standing series today, I decided to put my mouthpiece in and breathe through any discomfort, feelings of panic, or visions of Elvis and it worked!!!! Cheesecake from here on out!! Fifteen classes to go!