Day 14: I can't hear a word you are saying

Yesterday's class was brutal.  It was day 14.  Jimmy and I went to the 530 class.  I thought I had enough water in me.  We were at the hotter studio in town.  I thought I was used to the heat in that studio by now.
I thought the teacher was keeping us in postures forever, yet we finished 3 minutes early.  By the time I got to the floor I was a wreck.  I couldn't stay in the postures during spine series and camel about killed me.  Pushing my hips forward for camel just felt like too much.  Like I would crack open my chest and just vomit as soon as I came out.  I was restless, noisy and not a disciplined practioner like I usually am.  I was lucky to make it through class and get out alive.
Sitting on the bench after class, talking to Jimmy, I just looked at him and said "I can't hear you, my ears are plugged for some reason".  He just laughed and said "you are dehydrated".
Day 15, please be a good class! 

Day 11- Old Ideas

The past two sundays, in order not to cut into our hiking adventures, Jimmy and I have been doing the 7am class.  Now I have no problem going to the gym two mornings a week at 5am for body pump class, but for some reason, I hate morning yoga.  Any bikram class prior to 10 or 11 just hurts.  My arms don't want to straighten out in half moon, my back moans and won't do the backbend, and I feel weak overall.  Last Sunday I was grumpy after the 7am class and started to snap at Jimmy and our friend David while in the starbucks drive thru on the way to hiking.  They laughed at me and David leaned forward from the back seat and looked at me earnestly with his big blue eyes.  He said "Michelle, your thought about morning classes being hard is an old idea.  You need to let go of it".  Well, being in a bad mood after a train wreck of a class, I poo poohed him and continued being in a bad mood for a good hour, compounded by finding a screw in my tire that day.  Fast forward to this week.  Yesterday was 7am again on Sunday.  The teacher walked in and I stood up on my mat.  I looked over at Jimmy and he shook his head and smiled at me.  I smiled back and put my toes and heels together, listening to the teacher get the class ready to start.  As pranayama breathing began, I heard David's voice in my head....."Michelle, that's an old idea" and I surrendered to having an open mind about class.  I was not nearly as strong and flexible as I am during the evening classes, but I decided to enjoy the process of waking up my body.  Seeing the sun peeking in through the studio windows, sharing morning energy with my classmates.  After class my body tingled with life, ready to face the day.
The teacher led us through a lovely 90 minute moving meditation.  When she closed the class and said "It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day, Namaste"....I said Namaste back with a smile on my face.

Day 9- The Power of Suggestion

Today will be day 9.  I'm taking class at 5:30.  As I sit here writing this post, I shiver in anticpation and not in a good way.  You see, I was feeling soooo strong.  Then I wrote about how strong I was feeling in yesterday's post.  I wondered if the yoga bus was going to come run me over and thought I better enjoy these strong classes.
The bus read my post.  The weather here was a light rain, cloudy, humid.  When I got to the studio, the room was like a tropical rain forest.  Jimmy and I just looked at each other, a bit nervous.  By half moon, I could hear the bus getting heading toward me.  It tried to run me over in triangle.  I came out of second side, second set a few seconds early.  Being stubborn, I would not take a knee.  But alas, by camel the bus had caught up with me, run me over and left me laying on the floor in a puddle for second set of camel.  I just lay in savasana for second set, not able to move. I slugged my way through the rest of the class feeling like a water logged bag of sand.  After class, I put my flip flops on and I was still dripping so much that my flip flops were soaked, with little puddles forming in the bottom.
I should have never wondered about the yoga bus....I suppose I manifested that damn thing myself!
Let's hope tonight is better!

Day 8- Strength and Determination

Today is day 8.  With 7 classes under my belt, I'm amazed at how much progress I've already made in this challenge.  My strength is through the roof.  I'm three months short of practing Bikram for 6 years and I am just now getting into the full expression of standing head to knee consistently.  I fall out pretty quick and I can only get the forehead contact to the knee on one side, but I can do it.  So far, I have done every posture in all 7 classes.  No sitting out, no drama, no taking a knee.  Just quiet determination, strength, truly a 90 minute moving meditation.  It's beautiful.  I've been down this road before though.  I know that the yoga bus is probably lurking around the corner, ready to run me over, back up and throw a cigarette butt out the window on my tired ass.  So I will enjoy this quiet strength and appreciate the amazing things my body can do.  Amazing for me, because I know where I started.  I could not even pick up my foot to do the first part of standing head to knee 6 years ago.
My boyfriend is doing really well.  He does every single posture and is making that leaps and bounds type of progress which is typical when you are new.  He feels great and is really having fun with the challenge.  He does still say "I hate you" after every class, but 30 mins later, he is on top of the world.  I just smile at him, as I know exactly what he's talking about.  Of course, he's not doing Tues and Thurs 5am body pump ON TOP of bikram every day like I am.  :)

5 Days In......

Today will be day 5 of our challenge.  Here's what I've noticed so far, after just 4 classes:
1) I am sore all over my entire body
2) 30 days feels like it's going to be FOREVER
3) I forgot how much planning goes into a challenge and how you really have to put your life on HOLD.
4) My washing machine is getting a first class workout and I'm sure my water bill will increase.

In addition to the bikram classes I've also done a body pump class, hiked 6 miles and hit a bunch of golf balls with my boyfriend.  I am not a golfer, therefore, hitting the balls made my forearms sore.  It hurts just to type this post.  I'm a mess!  My boyfriend is in the same boat though.  His right hip hurts and his back is sore.  He says "I hate you" after every class.  I just smile and remind him that this was his idea.  His competitve male ego won't let him back out though.  This should be interesting!

30 Day Challenge

I didn't think this would happen.  My life organized itself in a space not conducive to doing Bikram yoga for 90 minutes every single day.  In the back of my mind I had the desire to do a challenge.  I put the idea on the back burner, trusting that when the time was right, the universe would re-align my life in a manner fitting for a challenge. 
Today is day 1!  I will be doing 30 days of bikram with my boyfriend Jimmy.  He has done 6 or 7 classes and loves the moving meditation aspect of it.  He also got pissed looking at himself in the mirror, deciding his mid section looked like the mid section of a man his age (really, he is being hard on himself...he is tall and lean).  Ageing is not for the weak of heart, that's for sure.  At 42 years old, I am already discovering my body, face and hair changing in ways that are not, well, sexy to say the least.  A friend of mine is in the middle of a 30 day challenge and when I was relaying that to Jimmy he said "let's do it!" 
So here I go....bikramyogachick rises from the dust to do a much needed challenge.  I still went to my 5am body pump class at the gym before work today and we will still be hiking on Sundays.  Let's see just how far I can push this middle aged body!