I got to yoga late this morning and so made a lot rustling noises with my purse and shoes, thus, contributing to what the teacheer deemed the "crazy-ass energy" that had overtaken the room. Then he put me in a spot that was between rows and so I also became part of what he called "the massive un-feng shuing" of the room (not to mention I had a foot in my face for the entire class). It must have been a combination of the sardine-packed bodies and weird energy that made him proceed to torture us for an hour and a half. Since it didn't feel like one of those classes where I could do my own thing and lie in shavasana (he would have stepped on me), I pushed myself to the limit and figured it was a good opportunity to get my butt looking closer to Madonna's (now, let alone when I'm 48). Needless to say, I spent the class at war with myself and the crazy yoga teacher (is there any other kind?) who proceeded to conduct this draconian exercise in the name of spiritual enlightement (and a nice butt)...

I came out of class feeling great.

Just for today, I can push myself to new limits.