Wednesday, January 5, 2011

i am here

one month.  twenty classes.  eighteen hundred minutes of pure challenge.  tons of sweat and a few tears.  ten pounds lost (with full-on birthday and holiday feasting!).  anger, stress, frustration, anxiety, insomnia, insecurity and achiness can't play in this room.  why hello there strength, grace, focus, balance, energy.  i am here at the beginning of a lifelong practice of bikram yoga. 

bikram yoga is a 90-minute class in a studio heated to 105 degrees with 40 percent humidity.  each class is the same 26 postures and 2 breathing exercises done in the same sequence.  it's tough.  i'd heard you either love it or you hate it.  strange because i love it and i hate it.  i love my teachers.  i hate the wetness.  some days i love each and every posture (even my nemesis camel).  some days i want to hurl my sweaty body out the window just to get some air.  i am deliriously happy when class is done, yet i can't wait to get back in the hot room the next day.  i'm intrigued by my paradoxical relationship with the practice.  what i know for sure is that no one can argue with the results.