After a recent realization on just how much torture I put my body through, I decided I needed to start a fitness regime of some sort that included more then just walking to and from places and tipsy late night dance sessions with friends at various bars about town. During some heavy duty pondering about what course of action I should take, my mind drifted off to a recent article I had read about Bikram Yoga- a form of Yoga that is practiced in a room heated to 40 degrees.
So this last Saturday myself and my room mate Sinead, both a little weary, marched off to a Bikram Yoga Centre downtown on Bloor Street to experience our first taste of this infamous type of Hot Yoga.
For the first ten minutes or so, the heat didn't bother me that much, feeling just like a sauna minus the steam and I was starting to feel a little cocky thinking 'This isn't so bad'- but this confidence was to be short lived. I was soon starting to resemble something of a prized pig that had been left out to roast in the sun for just that bit too long and my near non-existent flexibility was sobering my spirits. I of course soildered on, more out of stuborness then anything else, feeling a little faint at times which was probably due to having only a bagel for breakfast hours earlier- Gah!
Before long the end was in sight and me and Sinead were congratulating ourselves for surviving the class. Deciding that the sense of accomplishment was well worth the brief brush with death, we will be returning for Round 2 this Tuesday. Wish me luck!