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.
