Days 5 and 6 came and went with no problems. Despite being ridiculously tired on day 5, I made it through class, completed every posture and left with my energy levels totally restored. I even managed to make it to dinner with a friend! But by 11:00, I was falling asleep on the couch.
Day 7 is another story entirely. I woke up Sunday morning around 8:00. I ate two pieces of toast and a peach. Class was at 10:00, so I had time to drink some water. Two bottles later, I was in transit to Takoma and ready for a great class.
Now, I hate to play favorites, but there are some bikram instructors that I do not care for. Sunday's instructor was one of them. I've taken her classes a couple times before and this was my last. I believe that all yoga, especially bikram is about knowing your limits and not forcing yourself past those limits. This instructor does not feel that way at all. There was a lot of singling people out at their lack of ability among other things that I don't agree with. Plus, it was too hot. There were 30 people in the class and the heat/humidity levels were through the roof (I had the opportunity to check the temperature gauge...107 degrees and 64% humidity. NORMALLY it's 105 with 40-45% humidity). Halfway through the class, I mentally checked out. I was so frustrated at this instructor, that I just wanted to leave. Savasanas got longer and my sit ups were super sloppy. I just wanted to get the hell out of there, take a cold shower and go relax at the pool.
As horrible as this class was, it's important to experience them. When I do start teaching, I will be more aware of what kind of instructor I want to be (or in this case, do not want to be). Namaste.
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