The last week of January or so, my friend Becca suggested we do this challenge some time, and I said, "Great! Let's start Friday!" And we did.
Fifteen days into it, I got flattened by this year's flu, and basically didn't get out of bed for ten days. When I finally went back to bikram, I spent that day sitting and savasing,
then a second day doing as many poses as I could (which topped out at like, 10 of the 26),
and then a third day where I did at least one of each of the poses, but which was SO empowering and unexpected and blissful that it was the best day yet!
I cried in the closing savasana.
Cycling season has started - officially, races begin this weekend - and I barely care anymore. I mean, I said I would do it and I want to do it, but I've been toying around with continuing bikram and I feel incredibly torn.
And secretly, I've been thinking that maybe if I practiced consistently for a couple years, I could actually become a yoga teacher.
And then Becca has to go and say that out loud!
I mean, it's all well and good to have these secret fantasies of other lives that I could maybe live if I went crazy or something. And as long as it stays in my head, it's safe. It's just a fantasy. And I have tons of those.
But then someone - sometimes it's even me - goes and says it out loud and then I feel like I have to do it!
Sheesh.
You can't really get too much more badass
[That's Tricia. Hot sweaty pink domina of BYLES.]
So I guess the real question is: How, in practical reality, would I go about doing this?
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