Merry Christmas Eve


This morning, I almost waited to go the 10 a.m. class instead of the 8 a.m. class. I woke up with an incredibly dry mouth and I thought that I would not be well hydrated and ready for class. Besides, it was already 7:15 a.m. and it is a 15 minute walk to the studio from my apartment.

After I got up and fed the cat, I drank a Vita Coco and I just felt ready to go to the 8 a.m. class. I kind of doubted my judgement on the way to class because it is kind of dry out in my city and I only had that one Vita Coco drink and a glass of water.

When I arrived to the studio, I drank some water and then I was pretty much ready to go.

The class went pretty well after the warm up. There are just some days when I feel so stiff during half moon pose and head to feet pose, it is a struggle just to hold on to my heels! Nevertheless, I felt better after the first set of awkward pose. I have gotten to the point where I feel as if the sweat has started cooling me down, so I was definitely ready to go to the end of class.

I usually come up quite low during locust pose (salavasana – did I spell that right?) but today, both of my legs went up higher and higher. I can’t really explain why that happened.

I also noticed that the room felt “cool” for the first time because I am so used to the intense humidity coming from the other bodies surrounding me. At one point, I thought that the room was a little bit too “cold”, although it was an exceptionally pleasant temperature to keep powering through. I didn’t bring it up with my teacher or other students, because I just think that it was my body. Other people seemed to feel really hot, as I saw them wipe themselves off with their hand towels.

The teachers at the studio discourage the use of hand towels in class. I never got into using hand towels to wipe myself off because I feel as if it is too much work to pick up the towel and to wipe myself off. So because of my ‘laziness’, I actually understand how sweating works as an air conditioning system.

“To Buy or Not Buy More Yoga Clothes”

That is the question I constantly ask myself as I make my third trip to the laundry room for the week. Keep in mind, I am single with a cat. Most single folks do laundry about once a week. However, I am about to make it my second home.

I have a job with very good hours, but the pay is not very high. I am glad I have this job because I enjoy it and it gives me time to race home and to head to some of the earlier yoga classes. However, if I want to live within my means, it is imperative that I watch every penny. Therefore, I can’t just run to Lululemon every week to purchase another set of hot pants and another sports bra. Laundry gets a little tiresome and sometimes I see the other students and instructors with their cute flowered shorts and leopard sports bras and I am tempted to just cave in and buy a few. But, part of the practice of yoga isn’t only about physical discipline, it is also about mental discipline and putting off greed and the constant accumulation of things I won’t take with me in the hereafter.

With that thought in mind, my practice has really inspired me to embrace not only Christmas, as I am a devout Christian, but the reason for celebrating winter holidays: community – not consumerism.


About halfmoonchronicles

Hi, I am a neophyte to the Bikram yoga community. I have been practicing since early October. I would like to share my love of Bikram yoga and wellness with the rest of you through my blog. I live in a major city in the Midwest and I practice in a wonderful studio owned and staffed by some of the dynamic instructors who teach Bikram 100% the right way 100% of the time.

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