Have you ever had a friend try and convince you that something is a good idea. I can think of a few examples in my life where this happened.
1. When I was 7, my friend Emily convinced me that swinging as high as you could on the swing and THEN letting go at the very top was indeed a good idea. I spent three days on the couch, unable to move my leg at all, and weeks struggling around. My parents told me to "suck it up" and that I would be fine. My hip still hurts from time to time.
2. When I was 15, my friend Amanda (still one of my best friends) convinced me that sneaking out of my house was a good idea. My mom use to set an alarm clock and when I came in the house, I had to turn it off and go to bed (10:30 pm.) That way if it went off she'd go looking for me. Not something you want from a short German woman who is WAY too overly protective. Well, needless to say we did go in the house, and we did turn off the alarm. The problem was that we decided to go back outside. My mom heard the door close and long story short I spent MONTHS in my bedroom. MONTHS. It was the summer of sucking. I would have killed me if I were her.
3. When I was 20 (three days prior to my 21st birthday) my friends talked me a drinking contest. I won! I also spent the evening in the hospital. My parents drove to the hospital (I was in college) to see me. I was convinced that they were going to kill me. I tried to explain to them that I had only drank 2 drinks (which is all I remember.) My dad said he believed me, but that they were out of 20 gallon buckets. I am so glad that my parents allowed me to live to see 30. I don't know how they survived parenting me.
I am a pretty independent person, and I usually do a good job of making my own choices and deciding what is a good idea and what is a bad idea. Sometimes I fail at decision making.
I let my friend Joanna talk me into going to hot yoga. (edit: Joanna has so kindly reminded me that it was MY idea and I talked her into going. It was a dumb idea Joanna!! You should have talked me out of it!)
The woman explained to me what it was like and I figured, I can handle that. I don't mind heat and I don't mind sweating. She failed to mention the smell. I was so nauseous and being a foot from the sweatiest, smelliest man on Earth didn't help. I just kept getting a whiff of B.O and wanted to vomit. You weren't allowed to leave the room, and you had to stay on your mat. It felt like I was in Kindergarten hell. It was the longest hour and a half of my life.
One thing I realized half way though class is how tight my side is where I was kicked. Totally inflexible. By the end it was better, so that is good. I think I spent half the class laying down on my mat trying to not vomit. Worst part? We bought a month membership through Groupon, and you know my thougths of wasting money. The next 30 days won't go fast enough.