Nothing delighted me about Bikram yoga when I began. It was beyond awful. The heat, the sweat, the mirrors, the semi-naked people prancing around and, most of all, the repetition. I couldn’t, however, even hold my arms up in half-moon for 60 seconds, so I had to keep going back to prove that I could.
Mat as metaphor
Mat as metaphor
Mat as metaphor
Nothing delighted me about Bikram yoga when I began. It was beyond awful. The heat, the sweat, the mirrors, the semi-naked people prancing around and, most of all, the repetition. I couldn’t, however, even hold my arms up in half-moon for 60 seconds, so I had to keep going back to prove that I could.