Me in some stretchy thing that sort of fits
Sandwiched between two ticket happy moms at our school's fundraiser while eating a brownie, I hear the PTA president announce, "Kelly G. wins seven days of Bikram yoga classes!" I swallowed my last bit of brownie and clumsily climbed out of that school lunch table bench and claimed my prize. I said to myself, "Didn't I put my ticket in the regular yoga bag and not the hot one? That's no sweating to the oldies kind of class. It will feel like yoga in a sauna!"
Since my "lucky" night, I can't tell you how many moms with eyebrows raised said to me, "Are you sure you want to do it? My friend passed out within 10 minutes. That's the tough yoga. Do you think that you'll survive?"
Now I turn to all my wise and supportive blogging buddies. Any bikram yoga battle or success stories that you can share? Any tips for me as I get close to my first class date?
To be honest, I'm kind of excited about the challenge of getting through that 90 minutes of intense heat. I hear that it's all about surviving the first 2 days. Hey, if I pulled off 4 labors, I would hope that I could hold most of the 26 poses (for at least 30 seconds) in those hot tamale conditions. I should do a vlog right after so you could all see what shape I'm in. At least, all that sweating should help open up my pores and bring some color to my cheeks!