All posts tagged: sweat

PURE Bikram Yoga: My 2nd go at the heat

My friend Colleen invited me to join her for a class at PURE Bikram Yoga. She mentioned that Kyle Chandler was once spotted at her studio, and I thought if there was a one in a billion chance that I too could see Coach Taylor in person, that was enough motivation. When we agreed to a day and time, I failed to remember that Superbowl was the night before. I stuffed myself silly at the party we went to – chips and queso, barbecue sauce-drenched meatballs, chicken legs, adult cocktails, the occasional crudite with ranch dip, etc. Realizing what I had coming in the morning, I chugged as much water as I could to prep for the sweatfest. PURE Bikram is a bikram only studio with certified instructors. They have 4 classes a day at the south location, except on the weekends. Guess there isn’t enough interest for a Saturday evening sweat-a-thon to offer it on the schedule. 🙂 Even though my first go at bikram wasn’t officially licensed, the sequence was very similar. That gave me …

Review: Barefoot Yoga Mat [+Giveaway!]

While I was waiting for Bear Shark to make his grand entrance, I was gifted a Barefoot Yoga Performance Grip mat to try out. It sat in the packaging for weeks until I escaped from the initial fog of newborn-land, but the last couple weeks, I’ve been taking it to classes and using it at home as I get back into my yoga practice. I’ve had my Lululemon The Mat for quite a few years now, so that’s become my point of comparison for other mats. The ones we have at home are mostly Gaiam and economical brands found at Target. I wouldn’t call any of those really good for doing more than gentle stretches. But when I got the Barefoot Yoga mat, I could tell by just visual inspection that this isn’t a thin piece of rubber that will end up as another playmat for the kids. The Performance Grip mat is a nice hefty yoga mat, weighing in at 5 pounds. It’s considerably lighter than my Lulu mat and not nearly as cumbersome …

Why yogis are scared of ashtanga

I’ve often compared my ashtanga “upbringing” to my classical training as a pianist. There’s a particular posture when seated at the piano. Wrists are always up. A specific technique in how you stroke the keys. I took music theory classes. I started every lesson and practice with scales and arpeggios. It was a very structured environment. One of my old teachers used to write, “Cut your fingernails” at the top of my music if I let them grow even a millimeter too long. That was what I was used to. When I talk to friends who do other forms of yoga, there seems to be this giant fear of ashtanga. I never really understood it since this is just what I know. Considering that ashtanga is the foundation for other forms of yoga (vinyasa, flow, power yoga, etc.), it didn’t make sense to me why so many people run away from it. And then I thought about the Ashtanga Police. These are the more traditional ashtangis who tsk tsk at less rigid ashtangis. There are …

What to expect: Hot yoga

While I think I’ll be taking a loooong hiatus from doing hot yoga, I wanted to offer some tips for what I learned so you will know what to expect. The room will feel hot. Ok, that might seem like a no-duh, but let me explain. If you’ve been in any state in the south or southeast during the middle of summer, that’s pretty close to what it feels like. It’s not a dry heat. It’s humid and sticky, and everyone is glistening – sopping wet, even. You cannot help the amount of sweat that will come out of your pores no matter how mentally calm you are. On that note, you will sweat a LOT. Expect to use a towel (or two!) to wipe your face and your arms before attempting to do arm balances or inversions. You don’t want to slip in your own glow. It helps to wipe sweat from around your ears too. I learned that one the hard way. Wear the most breathable yoga pants you own. Go as thin as …

I’m re-thinking this hot yoga thing, y’all.

Last week, I took advantage of an introductory offer of 10 days of unlimited yoga for $20. This studio has mostly heated yoga classes, including that Bikram class I attended. By the 3rd heated class, I was ready to throw in the towel. I loved the teachers; they were all great. I just don’t think I’m built for hot yoga. While I can tolerate it, I really don’t WANT to. It wasn’t that my arms were dripping sweat and getting my hands all wet. It wasn’t that I felt disgusting with hair all matted to my face no matter how many times I tried to keep it slicked back. It wasn’t that we were all mat-to-mat, and I could feel my neighbor’s steamy skin nearly touching me. It wasn’t that at the end of class, no matter how much wiping of the floors everyone did, it was still tricky to walk out without nearly busting my ass. It wasn’t that I nearly dislocated my shoulder and pulled my neck muscle trying to peel my soaked …

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