mindfuck

 Yoga yesterday was amazing, as per usual. You know what, I am lying. I find it such, well, torture when I am in there, sweltering, bent over, sweat literally running into my eyes, muscles aquiver. But for some reason, as soon as I am done, I cant wait for the next practice. There seems to be some sort of imaginary string that is pulling me back, pulling me back, pulling me back. I dont get it; it’s got my mind hostage–I am not supposed to like working out or fitness of any kind. And the physical aftereffects are a strong contender–My skin is softer (my friend commented on my “glow” the other day), I feel stronger and I really enjoy the sweating; I dont quite understand what this spell is that yoga has over me, but if this is what brainwashing feels like, pass over the kool-aid.