Red Rapture

So the weather has apparently been going all el nino lately, the grass everywhere is parched and there’ve been forest fires somewhere in the east?

I’ve been sweating like a wild farm animal from not doing anything in particular. Eating dinner at the table and quickly working up a sweat as if I’m KF Seetoh on Makansutra is not cool.

It is also not cool to be perspiring after an easy walk home from the beach, only to be greeted by the sight of a motorbike-riding, semi-cute new neighbour waiting for the lift, and for me to have nothing else to say except “It’s so hot”‘ when we both go into the (oh-so-hot-and-stuffy) lift. That is so not cool.

In fact it’s only acceptable to be sweating when one is exercising and wearing some great looking dri fit workout gear. So I guess the takeaway from this is that I should just be exercising all the freaking time.

Three hours ago I was at yoga and I had to wipe off practically after every pose. It was just ridiculous the rate at which I was dripping sweat. Every downward dog was accompanied by rivulets running down my face. I wonder if it’s just the fatter people who have PP (a propensity to perspire).

Anyway today I discovered that doing a series of more than 30 squats each ending in a single-leg forward kick can really get your heart rate going. We also tried out a new pose — the half pigeon — and I really loved the way it stretched out the chest and hips. I could have stayed like that for more than a while.

Ok you know what, enough about the pigeon. Just thinking about it is making me hot. Who lives like this. I really need to turn on the air conditioning.