I'm seeing dead relatives...

I went to HOT Bikram yoga today. Imagine a room heated to 100+ degrees packed with the healthiest, granola-eating, people you've ever seen. These people rival Cirque du Soleil performers. Then there's me. These days, I consider eye contact with my toes a good workout. Holy crap! That sweet, limber, DEMANDING girl in the sports bra was out to kill me. At one point I had to sit down (in a traditional manner that didn't involve putting my feet on the top of my head) and ride out a major dizzy spell. I think I saw the bright light and some passed-on friends and relatives looking at at me saying, "Aren't you a bit early?"

I can't wait to do it again tomorrow. I'm on my way to Costco right now to buy a drum of Motrin.