Last night’s Bikram yoga was exceptionally hot and humid. I am normally quite good at concentrating on my breathing and moving as smoothly as my inflexible body possibly can but last night I had to really focus on my breathing a lot more than usual in order to not start seeing stars or pass out.
I thought for most of the 90 minute class how the Bikram experience is like giving birth.
The main thing is that you cannot fight against how you’re feeling, you cannot wish the pain and the discomfort away. The more you do that, the more it hurts. Instead, you have to just be part of the experience your body is going through. You have to solely focus on your breathing and let whatever is happening to you happen to you.
You know that every breath you take takes you closer to the end but you do not think about the end, you only think about the next breath, you are only aware of what is happening right now and you go with the flow.
In the end you feel amazing, calm and powerful, and just like after going through labour you have something new – not a new baby, but a brand new body. At least that’s what it feels like every single time.
And thankfully unlike after having a baby you get to sleep through the night. And come to think of it – you don’t wake up with ginormous boobs either.
Hmmm… oh well, Bikram is magical in so many ways, just not THAT magical :)