I found myself a bit on autopilot today. My brain, like a small child left to it's own devices was wandering all over the place. For some reason I didn't try to keep it in check. I was actually sort of, well, entertaining myself for lack of a better word. Random thoughts floated by and pieced themselves together into strings of ideas throughout the class. Halfway through I started thinking "gee, she's kind of killing me right now, but I don't mind". Then random thoughts about other classes where I've jokingly said to instructors after class "that was a hard one, you killed us a bit!" Lately they seem to always say "I didn't do it, you kill yourself in there. You're doing all the work." These thoughts are floating through my head as I'm face down on the towel in locust. I chuckled a bit into the towel, then started thinking about how Bikram teachers are really just navigators. We are driving the car, but we have no idea how to get where we are going. The bikram teacher is in the passenger seat, map unfolded, barking out very precise directions. If we don't obey the directions exactly as given, we will stray off course. The teacher, like a GPS unit, will then give us a correction to get us back on course.