Yoga

I went to my first Bikram yoga session this weekend.

Its a type of yoga that is very specific.

Sessions last 90 minutes.

During that time, you go through 26 poses and 2 breathing exercises.

This is all done in a room that is 105 degrees F and 40% humidity.

Basically its a 90 minute visit to hell that you pay a lot o' dough to get into.

I'm not new to practicing yoga, but its been a few pounds since I was very good at some of the poses.

A belly and thick thighs make it hard to tuck ankles and knees where you want them to go.

This is what I thought everybody else in the class looked like

 

And this is what I felt like...



...except I was in stretchy knee-length yoga pants and tank top and dripping sweat from every pore.

Who knew that the tops of your fingers could sweat so much they drip?

I know they can. I've seen them. Well, I saw them only after wiping the sweat from my eyes for the 12th time.

It was HOT. There was some comfort knowing that if I came to class in July, it would actually be cooler than outside and might feel kind of nice. And that, my friends, is the first positive thing I've ever said about the summer time heat here in Phoenix. And it may be the last. Many of you may know that I LOATHE being hot. I love my house being a toasty 62 degrees. I sleep in barely anything with just a sheet to wrap in with the fan on when its 50 degrees outside. I LOVE being a little chilly.

So what possessed me to give Bikram yoga a chance? dealchicken.com. 6 sessions for $25.

And a whole lot of curiosity.

Turns out I looooved it. Really. I did. The moment the session ended and I stopped the mental cries for help, I walked to my car and felt better than I have in months. My body is still sore 24 hrs later and I'm pretty sure I'm moderate to severely dehydrated, but my mind is more calm and my muscles are more happy than I can remember in recent history.

Amazing. I can hardly wait for my remaining 5 sessions and I may even *gulp* pay regular price to keep going. Sexy muscles and a healthy mind and body may be worth it.

Oh, and the yoga master is a 30ish yr old guy with perfect muscles who wears only tiny spandex leopard print briefs and his own sweat. Pretty sure those briefs are why Seth will never join me. He only likes those when he's the one wearing them :)

Namaste