Rigamortis and Raffi.....

The walls around me are a horrid neon pea green...
The room smells...
The florescent lights give off an eerie glow...
As I lay here dying on the thin black mat...
Smelling like something rotting....
A pile of steaming.... funky.... pink flesh....
Praying for it to end....

It all started with a simple mistake.....
You know the kind...
And innocent thought...
Leading to an action...
That leads to instant horror...
And eventually...After the tears and gallon of wine...
The resolve to move forward....
Which in this case has left me praying for death...
Laying in agony in a heap on a stale hardwood floor....
On a thin black mat....
Surrounded by mostly strangers....
I'm at the end of a journey....
That took a short 2.5 hours....
Somewhere along the way....
Between the Spinning... and backwards baby crawling I cracked....
Unable to do the simple movements of elbow to knee....
Crawling backwards...
The theme song for the Itsy Bitsy spider blaring through my mind...
Over and over and over....
UP the water spout..... Dooooooown came the rain....
And Up the water spout.... Dooooown came the rain...
And up the water spout....
Make it stop......

Delirium.....
(Interesting side note: For anyone ever wondering just what goes on in my head after 10 minutes of running..... Raffi.... Tons and Tons of Raffi....)

Relief comes in the form of a plank hover....
Finally.....
I can lay on my mat....
And as the rest of the group "hovers"...
I Make my ever so non-existent core as tight as possible....
But no matter what I do....
My body just lays there....
Like a lump on a mat...
With rigamortis setting in....
A rotting mass of petrified flesh...
Attempting to hover....
Praying for it to end....
With a round of voices singing over and over....
The itsy bitsy spider.....
All because of a single action....
One solitary moment...
That cannot be undone...
Forgotten....
Moved past....
For every action...
Requires a re-action....
And a solution to move forward and make it better.....
So the next time you decide to throw out the scale and live by measurements alone....
Be warned....
The itsy bitsy spider will be coming for you....