The studio I’ve been practicing at is 30 minutes north of my work, and an hour north of my house. The gas and studio membership has been slowly killing me financially. Last weekend, a new studio opened up 6 miles from my house! It is exactly between home and work! AND! They were looking for baby-sitters. I contacted the studio owner, and told her I was willing to do pretty much anything if all the daycare spots had filled. She wrote back late Thursday that the baby-sitter for the weekend shift had just stood her up and she’d already advertised having daycare for those classes, could I cover it? The ONLY daycare shift that I could work, and it all just so perfectly fell into place! So, I’m all official now. I get all the yoga I want, for 3 little hours of baby wrangling each week!
Saturday, I was still working out the timing (read- not very motivated and despise early classes), and just barely missed the 8am, baby-sat the 10am, then drove up to town to take 4pm. I really liked the teacher. He had great command of the dialogue, even though his counting was a bit strange. In standing deep breathing he’d talk until I was at 3, the count to six really quickly from the midpoint. But other than that, it seemed like he’d been teaching for a while. He opened the door nearest me, and I crawled under my towel. He noticed and only opened the other set of doors for the rest of class. I GOT MY HEELS IN FULL CAMEL!!!! Afterwards, he asked why I didn’t like being cooled down. I told him I work hard to warm up my muscles and suddenly cooling down was more painful than relaxing. He seemed really interested in my answer and proudly told me that was only his TENTH class!!! He just finished TT last month!
Sunday, I baby-say the 10, then took the 12. The temperature was amazing. The room is huge and beautiful, the paint is a really light bluish grey, and… Somehow had a very nice effect on my practice. Like, mid-triangle I remember thinking “wow! The color in here is fantastic! Really calming!” I left on a total yoga high.
Both days, the daycare kids complained about being hot and asked to get naked…. I told them they could get barefoot instead.
Today, they canceled the day classes to work on the building temperature. I took 7pm and it was HOT!
Well, to be honest, the heat was fine. But the humidity was off the charts. I have been practicing this yoga for 15 years. I can handle the heat, and humidity and normal studio conditions. Whatever was going on tonight, was NOT normal. It was not ok. And I am completely shocked that I did not die. I have never seen myself so pink, or turn so unnaturally gray. Nor have I experienced such extreme, and overwhelming chest pain, I thought I was going to have a heart attack, or a stroke or both between tortoise and camel. Things then got really wild, mid-rabbit when I was suddenly FREEZING! My teeth started chattering and sweat pooled in valleys between the goosebumps that had popped ip on my arms.
The whole experience was terrifying and my body still feels weird- creepy crawly feelings in my hands and legs…
I wonder if that’s how the first timers feel? Do you remember your first Bikram class? What was your first experience with the heat like?
(My first class was when I was 12. It was really different back then, just a few space heaters, and I don’t have any real memory of struggling with the temperature),