18 June 2009

Goddess of .. Hot Yoga & sweaty shirtless men !

Bloggies, I tried something new last night.

I've been wanting to go back to the gym for a while now and didn't do anything about it. Being newly single and not having that someone "who accepts you as you are or who knows your flaws" has made me want to better myself.

Lolita
and her cousin talked to me about Hot Yoga so I decided to jump on board last night.


Hot yoga "is a style of yoga developed by Bikram Choudhury and a Los Angeles, California based company. Bikram Yoga is ideally practiced in a room heated to 105°F (40.5°C) with a humidity of 40%. Classes are guided by specific dialogue including 26 postures and two breathing exercises. Classes last approximately 90 minutes. Beginners may take Bikram's yoga classes."
Thanks Wikipedia.org

After 20 minutes, I wanted to run out of the room screaming and gasping for air. It was suffocating. Don't get me wrong, I've taken yoga classes but this ... well this ... was like trying to breathe under water. Your chest feels constricted and the warm air is everywhere (around you, inside your throat, everywhere). There's no breeze, no cool air, at all.

After 30 minutes, we were done with the standing postures which required the most balance. They're the thoughest ones for me, I can't stand on one leg so it was a major challenge (not even talking about the suffocation here).

I got nauseous and my heart was racing so fast that I sat/laid down for the next 30 minutes. Even after laying down for 10 minutes my heart was still racing. This sh*t is bananas, bloggies.

I did manage to pull myself together for the last 20-30 minutes of the class which included the floor postures, my favorites.

Before, I never would've imagined it could be this warm, it was like a sauna in there. Everyone was sweating like crazy and all the men were shirtless (which I cannot complain about, miammm).


Overall, I guess I'm proud of what I accomplished and it helped me deal with my Break-up feelings but during the class, it made me want to kill myself ! Lolita and her cousin insisted I give it another chance because the first time is the worse apparently. So bloggies, I'm going back tonight !

Breathe deeper. Aim higher. Be better.