My favorite littel sub TZ, a yoga practitioner, wanted to try Bikram yoga--ever hear of it? Me neither. Basically, it's done nearly naked in a 105 degree F room. I went today at lunch to try it before I take TZ. I HATED it! It was AWFUL! There were only three of us, a man and a woman and me. I looked like an idiot and, if you can believe this, felt even MORE like an idiot. The instructor, Carole, weighed about 70lbs--she's rattling off freaking hindu words and describing bone names to be parallel from the ground and wanting me to goddamn near levitate in thin air by keeping knees together then assuming a sitting posture and then wrap my arms intertwined and then shove them up my ass. I asked her to demonstrate a couple of positions a couple of times and she says, "Next time, next time" She said that just too freaking many times--after an hour of near naked, sweating bufoonery, I told her there isn't gonna BE a next time--I'm out of here. She says "You aren't going to quit because you can't do this are you?" Hell yes, I said as I walked out--why would I keep it up????"
I looked a big doofus trying to be a ballerina or something, sheesh. After a lifetime of football, wresting, joggin and free weights, this body is NOT tuned for yoga. But ya kniow what, TZ is such a sweetie that I'm taking her Sat morning and doing it one more, and last time--then she's on her own.