2 weeks later...and I am over my little ‘affair’ with Power yoga.
It seems like all things new are indeed exciting and whilst I enjoyed the flirt, I am so happy to be practising Bikram yoga again.
I think the 101-day challenge made me in need of a Bikram break, something else, and that something else was Power yoga.
The first class was new and refreshing. If I may ad, this was a class taught by a instructor whose roots lie in Bikram Yoga. Then the rest of the classes where unfulfilling because it was not (very well) heated and I missed the heart pumping, sweating and feeling out of breath dimension to it.
When returning ‘home’ to my first Bikram class sweat started to poor down my back in the first set of pranayama breathing.
“Joy”, I thought! Let the torture begin!
Oh boy, and torture it was. I felt worse than my first ever class. I was huffing and puffing, nearly fainting, nauseous and incredibly weak.
But it feels so great again to feel my heart pumping and sweat (a lot) and in each class I am improving; getting back to where I left off.
Maybe I find enough courage to return to an advanced class again in a month or so... EEP!
