Yes, the tredputer is insane in a world gone mad. In case I didn't totally convey that in my previous post.
Went to Bikram tonight, from 6 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. That class can make a grown man cry (or maybe that was sweat dripping down his face?). I actually fell sound asleep at the end, when they turn the lights off, and the heat down, and invite you to stay in "corpse" pose for as long as you like (or until the next class, whichever comes first). I fell the kind of asleep that makes you jerk awake. That was within 10 minutes. But in my own bed? At midnight? Sleep eludes.
Bikram is not exactly a zen-like experience.
For instance, driving home from downtown D.C. was a bit of an adventure this evening. A young "lady" in a Toyota decided she was in such a hurry that, instead of letting me merge into her lane (I had no choice; my lane just ended, with no notice—welcome to D.C.) she sped up to pass me. And ended up sideswiping my car. AND then yelled at me that I had cut her off. So I guess that if someone cuts you off? You get to crash into them. To teach them a lesson. She pulled over to look at her car. I said to her "Wow, you must be having a baby, you're in such a hurry!" No answer. So I gave her a very short lecture on driving in the U.S.A. She jumped out, looked at her car, said it was fine and took off. So, naturally, I followed her home. And made her give me all her info. My car is fine, too. Well, actually it's one big dent on wheels. I could give a rat's ass about my car. I was too busy trying to edumacate this girl.
When she got home, she asked me if there was a problem. I got out of the car, all Kojack-like, and asked her for her license and registration. I was shaking I was so MAD (though truthfully, that may have been due to Bikram after-affects). I won't do anything with her info. I just wanted scare her. Ya know, like scared straight? Maybe a new program called "Scared Nice." Or "Scared Slow."
One thing I know for sure: It wouldn't have happened if we'd both been running.