I started off putting my mat in my "usual spot" on the right side of the door, but second row instead of front row. There were too many people though and things weren't lining up so I dragged my mat to the first row and went back into the lobby. Five minutes before class I came back in and saw somebody had put themselves directly behind me. So I started the "mat jockeying" trying to make sure we all had mirror space and couldn't get it quite right. I saw that the front row on the left side of the podium was wide open with not as many people behind and that I could move over there and not be in anybodys way. So I moved. As I was setting up my mat I was thinking, geez Michelle, you really should be in the second row. You are exhausted, have no food in you, aren't hydrated enough and have dark circles around your eyes! Something told me to just stay put. So I did.
Mark comes in, class starts. I stand up and start the first breathing exercise. I felt fine. Better than fine. Strong actually. I was shocked. Half moon pose. My least favorite of all postures. My arms were locked out solid, my shoulders opened up and I got my arms back farther and I felt my body lifting up and over, knees locked, tummy and backside tight, hip pushing beyond my flexibility...I was really working the posture. Self doubt crept in. Michelle, you're too tired, don't do this you'll be hitting the deck on your knees soon! Then suddenly something very strange happened. I almost hate writing about it in my blog, because it may sound very strange, but it happened so I'll share it. My body took over. My mind shut off. I became the dialog. I was pushing myself on every single posture as he said it. It was his words and mind and my body. I was simply executing the commands. I felt this crazy energy surging through my body. It was power beyond measure. Now I'm not saying I stayed in everything perfectly, or made some crazy progress on my postures. It was more of just breathing and being one with the asanas and letting the power/energy flow through every limb of my strong, flexible body. I have never experienced anything like it in my **almost** two years of doing Bikram yoga.