Recently, I’ve been doing a lot of Bikram.
“A lot” is defined by me as 3 – 4 times per week. While I realize many yogis would scoff at my measly 3 day practice, but let me assure you – it’s hard work.
One would think that after a month of regular practice, I’d be able to “lock the knee” – i.e. the most important thing in Bikram besides breathing.
Nope. I am a wobbly, gel-like mess. Most of the time. Occasionally I see glimpses of brilliance – but only sometimes. Like – my fixed firm pose,
is getting much better – I can actually rest my shoulders on the ground now!
And the other day – I actually smiled after rabbit pose – my forehead touched the knee!
But one of the best parts about Bikram is something so much simpler – I have to take my glasses off.
You don’t sweat in Bikram – you rain. You are soaked to the skin – meaning there’s no way my plastic frames are going to stay on my face. Since each practice is the same 26 postures, and the teacher talks you through each position step by step – you don’t have to have 20/20 vision. I’m near-sighted, so standing in the back row of the class (really – did you think I was one of those front-rowers? psssh….) I can see myself, but I’m very blurry. I can see all my limbs, my general shape – but no eyes, no specific features, I can’t even tell what my hair is really doing.
And it’s wonderful.
I don’t have to worry about fixing a fat roll.
I don’t have to worry about taming some unruly fly-away cowlick
I don’t have to worry about my face looking like a wet tomato
I don’t have to worry about if I forgot to shave my legs
I don’t have to worry.
I just have to breathe.