I HATE Bikram Yoga
I really do.
I freaking hate it. Hate it to my guts, hate it from the tip of my hairs to the ends of my toe nails. Hate it from my sciatic nerve back up all the way to my optical nerve. AH THE NERVE.
I sweat too much, my sweat stings my eyes, and for some reason I get crusty eyes the next morning after class.
The teachers talk too much [HA!], they shout and scream at you to lock the freaking knee “LOCK THE KNEE, LOCK THE KNEE, LOCK THE KNEE!” and they never seem to be able to SHUT the HELL UP and yet seem so happy clappy out of class. BAH.
The men sweat too much, they fling their horrid sweat on me, and some males don’t know the meaning of Laundry Day.
My back hurts during backbends, my back hurts during forward bends, my back is FUCKING killing me.
It is DIFFICULT, it is SO DAMN HOT and it PISSES me off.
But yet like a cracked up whore I still keep going back and I became a teacher.
Because it is difficult, because it pisses me off, because it is hot, because the teachers push me, because of all the reasons why I hate it, is why I believe in it.
And yet, who can deny the post-class euphoria is the BEST part of class?
Happy 3 year anniversary to me! 😀