Arriving back to P-town where the temp hovers around 55 degrees apparently now in May and June, I was looking forward to a nice little break from the intense heat of Texas. But when I was called upon to spend 90 minutes in a 105 degree oven sweating while trying to perform yoga poses, I was all in contrary to my previous thought process. I mean why not? I'm sure this stretching will be good for my loins and my athleticism. How hard could this really be?
We arrived to our little cookout in downtown beaverton and walked through the door. sidenote: there's always that awkwardness when walking into a place you never been before. But I really felt out of place when the first dude I come across is shirtless, shoeless, rocking a blue tat down the middle of his back, and best of all tie-dye spandex, which reveals all. But hey, this is what I expected, right? Just some diehard yoga freak. I'm just trying this stuff out, so don't judge me in my shorts and t-shirt. After removing our shoes and mistakenly walking into the women's changing room (don't worry no one was in there) we got our mats and got ready to hit the room. This lady handed us a towel that was a more beach towel size than the small hand towel I expected. It's a good thing because I used every square inch of that, or at least my sweat did.
As we entered the sauna, we were greeted with a fresh blast of hot air that clung to the skin and wouldn't let go. There were dead people all around us. I mean they were just laying there chilling obviously in some deep mental meditation. Psshhaaa! none of that crap for me. What I didn't realize was that they were just chilling getting ready for the bodily beat down we were about to experience. The instructor walks in with a cheerful hello and surprisingly calls us out by name as the "new guys." thanks dude. He wore some short shirts, no shirt, and possessed calmness only known to those after blowing on some bong. no comment. He talked for basically the entire 90 minutes, teaching and instructing and explaining each position. After doing a breathing exercise for a good 10 min that sounded like a dying buffalo whenever the class exhaled, we started the yoga. By this time I came around to the idea that I was gonna be stuck here for another hour twenty sucking in this hot air. So I tried to take control of my mind before i started freaking out and hyperventilating. As soon we were done holding each position we got to chill out on our mats to recover. much needed. It was a process of doing a stretch then relaxing. stretch then relax. I was tempted to just stay relaxed the whole time and have a nice nap, but bong boy probably would've gotten on my case.
Sooner than I expected the class was over and we exited inhaling cool air. ahhhhh. felt so good. I don't know if I'll head back there and do some more bikram yoga, but it made me glad that I tried it out and did something new. It's good to challenge yourself and find out how you handle certain situations especially when they are way out of your norm. now.......where's that club downtown?
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