I’m pretty sure that Bikram means “heat torture” in the Indian language.  Guess who took their first Bikram Yoga class yesterday?  Guess who can’t bend their back today?  The same woman who also loved the class and can’t wait to go back.  Does that make me masochistic?  I’m pretty sure you’re all shaking your heads, “yes.”

So, for those of you who don’t know, Bikram Yoga is 90 minutes of yoga in a room heated to 105 degrees. It focuses a lot on flexibility and balance.  I went into it prepared for the hot room.  But nothing can really adequately prepare you for that kind of heat.  Just sitting on my mat, I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and even some of the simplest poses had me seeing stars.

The staff at the local studio are fantastic and so welcoming and even gave me this …

in honor of my valiant efforts.  So I came home last night, chugged approximately 32 gallons of water and sat down to watch an episode of Project Runway I had taped.  I didn’t even make it 15 minutes into the show. I woke up at 4:50 a.m., still on the sofa, with that precious button clasped in my hands.  It is truly a medal of honor.