Last night was bikram at 5. The studio owner taught. It was a nice, juicy, fast paced class. Everybody was focused and determined. The layout of the class was comical. For some reason people only went to the right and to the left of the room, leaving a big gaping hole in the middle from front to back. As Steph stood up on the podium in the center of the room and led us through the class it sort of looked like she had just parted the red sea....of yogi's that is. The sweaty sea.
I had a fairly strong class and by the time we got to toe stand, I was in the zone and unprepared for what happened next. I'm getting into tree, preparing to go down for toe stand and as my fingers hit the ground in their normal "tent like" placement, I felt and heard horrible cracking noises in EVERY SINGLE finger of my right hand. A whole bunch of thoughts flashed through my brain in mere milliseconds. "OMG, did my fingers just break?" "They don't hurt" "If I jerk my hands off the mat, I'll face plant" ....along with some other thoughts, too fast for me to even remember and record. I ended up just sitting up into the posture, hunched over as usual, balancing on my fingertips, as usual. To the outsider, nothing happened. To me, I'm balanced on my fingers amazed they were not broken. It was THAT loud and horrible. As I lay in savasana when the posture was over, I moved my fingers carefully, trying to asses the damage, if any. There was none. They all just cracked, severely, and all at the same time. That has never happened. After four and a half years of practicing, new things can still happen!