This week has been completely insane so yesterday happened to be the first day I literally had time for a workout. I did a quick run on the treadmill in the morning, but I saved up some energy for the evening. You know why?
I took my first Bikram yoga class last night!
Well, let me preface that: it wasn’t my first class ever, but it was my first Bikram class in a few years. To me, that’s about the same.
For those of you that have never taken Bikram, it’s a form of hot yoga where the room is heated up to the toasty temp of 105 degrees with a humidity of 40% for the entire 90 minutes class. Yeah, seriously. And you wonder why my hair looked like this by the time I got out??
Anyway, it felt awesome to be back in the class, but I have to admit: I am kinda sorta miserable during these Bikram classes. Sweat is literally pouring from my body, I’m contorted into poses that make me feel nauseous, and my muscles are burning from the exertion. Good times, my friends, good times.
So why do I do it? Because after all that pain and suffering (yeah, I know, it’s just yoga!), I feel incredible. There is something addicting about the way I feel after a Bikram class: it’s like I’m relaxed, I’m calm, and I feel clean. I know that makes no sense because I’m literally covered in my own sweat, but just go with it.
And if you don’t quite believe me about the whole sweating thing? Check this out:
If you’ve ever heard of View Sport, you’ll know that their tanks have “secret” messages that appear when you sweat. Since the front of this shirt says “I am BEAST MODE,” the company designed the back so that the secret sweat message says “I am beast.” However, I have only been able to get the message to partially show up and that was when I was running outside in Hawaii in 4 million degree temps.
Apparently, Bikram yoga put Hawaii to shame. I am full on BEAST! 🙂
Sidenote: The best part of the entire yoga class was when a woman in the back row fell out of a pose, stumbled, and fell into a trash can. Like, literally, her left foot went into the trash can and she fell over. Now, I know it’s not funny and I did a good job of keeping it together…. until she started laughing herself. Once she did that, I lost all control and about died!