Bikram Yoga
As someone who regards physical activity as the 20-metre walk from my office to the café, starting bikram yoga was definitely jumping into the deep end.
On the advice of my sister in law, who had bravely stuck out all her sessions, I focused on my breathing as I entered the 38-degree room. I got my zen on as a relaxed into the savasana (total relaxation pose). However was shortly startled by the bright fluorescent lights igniting and my Romanian teacher, in the essence of an auctioneer, crowding the room with strict instructions.
Five minutes later and I felt like a dehydrated grape-turn-sultana-I was beyond breaking a sweat. I contorted my body into the strangest shapes imaginable but still looked like a tangled coat hanger next to the more experienced ‘yoginis’.
45 minutes later and only halfway through the session, I started to honestly believe I was going to die.
Finally, one hour in, we started the floor poses. My throbbing head felt slightly better closer to ground level and surprisingly I could feel my body stretching further than previously imagined.
The final savasana, which ended the class, flooded me with a wave of relief and exhaustion. I HAD SURVIVED (without passing out or throwing up).
For the rest of the day I felt wonderful, not even a double shot capp could have given me this much energy and concentration.
I raved about it to all my friends and even coaxed some of them into signing up. To read more about the benefits of bikram yoga click here.
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