Yesterday, at 6PM in the evening, my officemates and I were already starting to sweat and we were just doing some breathing exercises. The room was hot and humid. I could already feel the sweat coming off me, and as the poses started to become more complicated and as the minutes wore on, I could already feel my body too slick, and taste my own salty sweat and sting on my eyes.
Yes. We were trying out Bikram Yoga, "a series of 26 postures including two breathing exercises, suitable for all ages and levels of ability" *. And it is done in a heated room, at 38 degrees Centigrade. We were more or less 30 in the 6PM class, and quite surprisingly for me, there were males in the room. Yes, full-bloodied males. Hee.
Kring, Steph, and I arrived there on time, and while they were hesitant to let us in, the instructor obliged, making us come in during the 2nd set of the breathing exercises before plunging into the poses. It's an hour and a half of sweating it out, doing poses simple and complicated, having the added difficulty of doing them with sweaty and slick body parts. We have to make an extra effort to keep the poses. The heat would sometimes be too stifling, but thankfully, I'm situated near the door and when our instructor would open the door to let in some cool air, I'd feel like I was in heaven.
We're going to do it again later on, and hopefully, we would be there early so as to be able to choose where we can place our mats.