Mary mentioned in my comments that you all should ask me about my experience in a Yoga class. Well, I'll save you from asking and just tell.
Several years ago, before I had kids, I was working at a dual doctors office as their office manager. I worked for both a Dermatologist and a women only Internist. The Dermatologist, Shawna Flanagan and her medical assistant Dana Prowell (who I became very good friends with) and I decided to try a Yoga class one day after work. We went to a place in Tequesta that said Bikram Yoga.
I thought Yoga was just a slow series of stretches and thought this class should be no big deal. Well, was I wrong. Yes, they were stretches, but like nothing I have ever seen. But the worst part of it was that here in south Florida, in the dead of summer when it is 90+ degrees outside and you go inside to get cool, you walk into this Yoga class and there are floor heaters all around the perimeter of the room. It feels worse than a sauna in there and then he starts leading the whole class in these incredible poses and of course, me being slightly competitive, I don't even think about doing them half way.
The people that are regular's in this class are bending in ways that I just don't think a human is supposed to bend. Shawna, Dana and I are half giggling at the hilarious positions that we end up in (not even close to what we were supposed to be in) and we are sweating, no dripping buckets. About 10 minutes into the class I suddenly am ordered by this strange little foreign instructor, to leave the room and come to find out the instructor could tell before I could, that I was about to pass out. Literally. I had no color in my face and all blood was gone from my head. I gained my composure and re-entered and tried to continue. The instructor keeps yelling at me to just do the pose half way or to put my head down or leave the room, because I can't keep my body from wanting to pass out. It was SO hot in there. I was never so glad to see a class end in all my life and swore right then and there that at least this type of Yoga was definitely not for me.
Several years ago, before I had kids, I was working at a dual doctors office as their office manager. I worked for both a Dermatologist and a women only Internist. The Dermatologist, Shawna Flanagan and her medical assistant Dana Prowell (who I became very good friends with) and I decided to try a Yoga class one day after work. We went to a place in Tequesta that said Bikram Yoga.
I thought Yoga was just a slow series of stretches and thought this class should be no big deal. Well, was I wrong. Yes, they were stretches, but like nothing I have ever seen. But the worst part of it was that here in south Florida, in the dead of summer when it is 90+ degrees outside and you go inside to get cool, you walk into this Yoga class and there are floor heaters all around the perimeter of the room. It feels worse than a sauna in there and then he starts leading the whole class in these incredible poses and of course, me being slightly competitive, I don't even think about doing them half way.
The people that are regular's in this class are bending in ways that I just don't think a human is supposed to bend. Shawna, Dana and I are half giggling at the hilarious positions that we end up in (not even close to what we were supposed to be in) and we are sweating, no dripping buckets. About 10 minutes into the class I suddenly am ordered by this strange little foreign instructor, to leave the room and come to find out the instructor could tell before I could, that I was about to pass out. Literally. I had no color in my face and all blood was gone from my head. I gained my composure and re-entered and tried to continue. The instructor keeps yelling at me to just do the pose half way or to put my head down or leave the room, because I can't keep my body from wanting to pass out. It was SO hot in there. I was never so glad to see a class end in all my life and swore right then and there that at least this type of Yoga was definitely not for me.
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