I am unsure what possessed me to try something way out of my comfort zone. I like exercising, but I have my fall-back exercise routines that I know I can do. Doing something different is well out of my creature-of-habit norm. I guess it has been the low self-esteem I have been feeling for not exercising. It has been difficult to find exercise groove. My bra tops are tight. My spandex running tights are tighter than appropriate. My ankle is no longer sprained, but it is weaker than I ever remember it being.
I passed the local Bikram Yoga studio again the other day and decided to take the plunge. I like yoga. How terrible can 104 degrees, with 40 percent humidity really be? I decided it was time to commit to something. Bikram was where it was at.
I walked in with far more confidence than I had right too. I was wearing my “Judy Blume did not prepare me for this” t-shirt and I was ready to go. I was ready to purchase the one month unlimited pass. The owner recommended I try the one week unlimited membership and make sure it was a proper fit. He looked at my t-shirt and said, “Yep, Judy Blume did not prepare you for this.”
The class started and it was different in many ways from the traditional yoga. This class is 90 minutes. Instead of the relaxing, lights-dimmed room, this room operates with all the bright lights on. I begin sweating the first 30 seconds I was in the room. By the time I had my mat situated, my breathing was getting heavy. I was afraid on getting an allergy because I’m allergic to heavy dust, fortunately the room had an air purifier, check this article to learn more on air purifiers https://www.bloomingair.com/best-air-purifiers/mold/.
There were only four of us in the class, which gave the instructor the full opportunity to really focus on me.
“Get your chin up. Suck your stomach in. Arms straight. Knees straight. LOWER. HIGHER. PULL…BREATHE THROUGH YOUR NOSE…FEET TOGETHER…EYES OPEN…DON’T CLOSE YOUR EYES!”
Good Lord. There were so many orders. I could not keep them straight. We were only 15 minutes in and I was plotting all the ways I could get this guy back when this was over—if only I was not too sore. He was tough. I felt like I was going to pass out or puke many times. I hoped many times I would puke or pass out so I could leave the stinking heat and cool off. I was in pain. It was hard.
The last ten minutes, I was cursing my own existence. It was challenging. My breathing was laboring. I was trembling. I grunted. I groaned. Then, at last, it was over and I wanted to cry tears of joy and fatigue.
Tonight I went back. I was a nervous wreak the hours before I left. Would I be able to do it again? I was terrified and looking forward to the intense feeling of pride I had when I finished last time. I was also looking sadistically forward to the pain.
I had a variety of emotions throughout the 90 minutes and 26 poses. Pain. Exhaustion. Longing (for it to end). Relaxation in the poses, even those they challenged my every muscle. Finally, I finished another session, as soaking wet as if I had jumped into the pool.
When you’re hot you’re hot.
I am hooked. I can’t wait to do it again.