First off, huuuuuge congratulations to mp of 30daysofbikram! She’s just completed her 30-day Bikram Yoga challenge, what a feat! Truly inspirational.
Another inspiring read is ilovesweat, who has done a class of Bikram every day for the past year. Wow. Wow. I can’t even get my solidified ass out of bed some days. But these two people are superhumans with the determination of steel that I plan to emulate.
I have decided to start my very own 100 30-odd day challenge. Why have I called it as such? Basically, I intend to do a 100 day challenge, but me being the scaredy cat that I am [plus the fact that I may not have enough towels / clothes], will be taking a 1 day break every 30 days. I intend to micro-blog about this monumental journey of mine, right after I buy washing detergent in bulk.
Day 1, class 1 – 9.00am
After a 5 day hiatus from the hot room, I am slowly suffering the effects of an infrequent practice, much like how two lovers react after a long time apart. My mind was protesting, “Don’t go! Stay at home. Play with Bella. Eat more. Look, cookies!”. But my body was protesting. “Go! Go forth! I will seriously make you suffer if you don’t go. GO!”.
So I dragged [or rather, drove] my soppy sweat-drenched self to the studio.
About the two lovers apart analogy? Well my body was FROZEN STIFF. As stiff as a piece of 20 year old beef that’s been left at the back of a freezer for 19 years too long. I couldn’t lock my knees in pada-hastasana (hands to feet), my whole spine felt like it was going to snap into 3 pieces during the backward bend [although Erik kept on pushing me and I did go down to my maximum].
Tulandandasana (balancing stick pose) was where I have had the most corrections in my life in just 3 seconds.
“Mei! Hands up hands up, body down body down, leg down leg down. No now you’re too low! Leg up leg up, point your toes, hands down hands down!”. On the other side, I tried listening and adjusting, except that I made the stupid mistake of overadjusting and fell out of the posture. And I know now that my forward step’s too far forward, which caused me to lose my balance. Erik remarked that since I’m too flexible, I wasn’t able to “feel” which muscles to contract. “See, too good is no good”, he said. Hmm, interesting point to ponder on.
Oh and another thing I hate most : Stop bloody fidgeting or muttering “aiyah”, groaning, moaning or complaining under your breath. It’s distracting, and a perfect posture is light years away! Perfect thyself in the moment first before attempting to perfect the posture.
Since there’s a new gadget in class, I now know that today’s class was 34ºC when it started with 80% humidity [wtf] but the temperature rose up to a near-perfect 38ºC with a 54% humidity towards the end.
I feel great now! Can’t wait to try the 4pm class led by a new instructor.
K, time for a nappy nap. It’s too hot to even think. And I’m so touched, my mum bought a huge dragon fruit just in time for the start of my challenge!