So like I mentioned, never being one to let a good trend or fad pass me by, I obviously jumped on the yoga bandwagon. And not just any yoga. I signed up for bikram yoga, or as I like to call it, "Sweat Your Ass Off Yoga." Basically, its 90-minutes of low intensity yoga in a 95-degree room set to about 40% humidity. YIKES! That's like Ohio humidity with Nevada heat in the summertime. Or like the rainforest or something else equally miserable. Anyhow, let me explain why I thought this would be a good idea: I have been told that there are several health benefits to bikram yoga, most notably that the "fat literally melts off." Um.. say no more, I'm sold!
When I got there for the first time, I almost didn't make it all the way into the class at all. We were greeted by a lobby full of the sweaty, shirtless people still mingling from the class before us. The smell alone was overpowering and suffocating in the heat and humidity! Imagine: 60 people per class, sweating profusely for 90 minutes, 10 times a day. GROSS. You leave class feeling absolutely disgusting, yet oddly cleansed, soaked all the way through your clothes and obviously, you smell terrible. Sounds fun right? Well, 4 classes later, I've gained 5lbs and haven't been back. Peace and Namaste.
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