Hot Hot Hot!

On a snowy, yes snowy May 8th, I decided to partake in a Lava Yoga class. Also known as Bikram or hot yoga this is a flowing yoga class in a room heated room. Heated room -- they aren't kidding! We were up around 98 degrees and sweating profusely within minutes. I mean sweating, drenched, pouring. I have never, in my recollection, sweated so much in my life. We are supposed to embrace the heat and let the sweat flow. Halfway through the class I felt queasy, so stepped out for some cool air and potty break. I came back and completed the class, but felt a little queasy at the end of class as well.

When class was over, my first thought was - why on earth would I put myself through this again? Then someone asked me if I was going to come back, and my response was, only if someone drags me in kicking and screaming. Give me some reasons why this form of yoga is beneficial.

I get that the heat gives you a better, deeper stretch. Stretching warm muscles -- makes sense obviously.

I get that it is purifying and detoxifying. I sweated out my entire innards and every possible toxin that could possibly have ever made it's way into my body.

They say that because the heart is pounding heavily and rapidly in an attempt to cool the body, that it is reaping cardiovascular benefits, but it feels rather like a cardiac episode to me.

I would caution anyone thinking of taking this type of class. Know your body, drink gallons of water, take breaks when you need them. It is WOW!

I still don't know if I like it, or if it is right for me. But I am rethinking the whole kicking and screaming part. I will probably try it again, on my own accord. I will have a better idea of what to expect and could possibly enjoy it a wee bit more.