Lifestyle: Deeversions – Bikram Yoga
Our Dee’s been looking for a brand new diversion to keep her active and motivated during the week’s drudgery, so we sent her to a series of keep-fit and active living classes so she could
warn everyone about the horrors of an active lifestyle choose what worked best for her. This week, Dee’s diversion involves stretching in an oven. Yeah, we sent her to a hot yoga class.
Cork-based Dee attended Thursday’s 10am Bikram yoga class in Lowlands Industrial Estate on the Tramore Road, Togher.
My head sweat more than I thought it would. Actually, I sweat from every inch of my being more than I thought I would. Bikram yoga is tough. It’s an hour and a half of pure endurance. I knew it was going to be hot, but it was seriously hot, almost overwhelmingly hot at times.
Hot pants, sports bra, string top, loose pants, a litre of water and a towel packed, off I headed with the Russian chef Vadim. The Bikram class was a bit harder to find than any of the other classes. It is not really walking distance from the city. Not in the pissing rain at least. At 9.30am. And it’s not as if you don’t need your energy going into the class.
The lovely Dia welcomed us at the desk. We filled out our forms, paid our way, and I rented a mat at a reasonable 2 yoyos. We scurried off and transformed ourselves into yoga-ready creatures in our respective changing rooms and reunited again in the yoga room. It was hot when we went in. There was a bigger crowd than I was anticipating,which I can only imagine added to the temperature created by the heaters.
We began the class with some basic breathing exercises, after which I stripped down to my shorts. Bye pants! It’s way too hot for you here!
After a few standing stretches, the string top kept the pants company on the floor next to the mat. Which was NEVER the plan.
I glow red in the face when I get really hot, so I was scarlet from the neck up and a whiter shade of pale from the neck down. But glistening with sweat. Bikram almost gives you that model look, if it weren’t for your hair sticking to your head. I took some solace in the fact that, looking around, it was clear that everyone was in the same sweaty boat.
There were a few times in the ninety minutes that I had to take a break, sit on the mat and drink some water. It’s not that the positions were harder than an average yoga class, it’s the fact that if I felt dizzy at some points from the heat.
This was the most expensive class so far, cashing in at 16 sweaty bucks. There were cheaper options: €49 for unlimited classes for a month was pretty decent. That said, it’s not the easiest class to get to unless you drive. Or don’t mind the stroll/cycle/bus.
I can only imagine if you kept going to this class, it would benefit you, detox your body and mind. Dia insisted that after a few classes you get in to it, you get used to the heat, and it gets a bit easier. After my first class, I felt mostly good. Mostly. A little sore; my body knew it had been stretched. I felt hot (my face remained red for about an hour after), I had a mild headache, and I was thirsty.
Judging by the chat in the changing rooms, it’s almost a life-changing class to be going to. Women that were going since Christmas swear they are new people. Can several sweaty semi-naked women be wrong?
Dee’s deeversion verdict: ★★★★☆ / ★★★★★
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