BEFORE CLASS - Taking the 8:30pm class today. Kind of wish I took an earlier class. Had to peel myself away from a very absorbing HBO series, but here I am, all geared up and ready to go. Once agan the mantra saves me - just get in the car, drive to the studio, unroll the mat, and just lie down. How much better to think that than to get my mind caught up in postures and heat and sweat.
AFTER CLASS - Parking lot report again. A hot class. End savasana was not so relaxing since they kept the door shut and it felt like the heat was kept on. No refreshing cool breezes. I found the most unflattering spot in the yoga room, right under this light that made me look as doughy, pale and flabby as possible. And it was one of the lights that stays on the whole time, so I got no relief from this ghostly whale image of myself. I never felt self conscious in a Bikram class before, but I did tonight, feeling sorry for the people, especially the guy next to me to have to look at me. And for some reason, in this class, almost no one had their shirt off, maybe one or two other women. I really hope it was just the lighting.
A different teacher, new one for me. Did not get her name, but she was of the shoot from the hip ilk, and thankfully did not strictly adhere to the dialogue word for word. Lots of energy, confidence and humor in her teaching, also personal touches & corrections, as well as praise. She killed us in the bow pose though, torturing us for just a few seconds longer than usual.
In this evening's class, I had the worst balance. Could be the stomach, and the fact that I was eating about an hour before class, even though it was carrot and celery, it apparently still counts as something to digest that does not just disappear when class starts.
Classes are starting to be the center of my life. During class I had the feeling I was already there this morning, like nothing else is going on in my life except for Bikram class. I hope I dont get sick of it and quit. I would have to give this up. As if I have nothing to do with the commitment, sheesh.
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