Forgive me, Ashtanga, for I have sinned. I went to a Bikram class today. And God help me, it wasn’t even a legitimate Bikram class. It was a mere facsimile of a Bikram class, taught by someone who never trained with Bikram “but knew him during the 70’s.” My husband led me toward this misstep, but really, I only have myself to blame. I had a Chanukah party at my Place of Worship this morning and so could not get to the CT shala for my regularly scheduled practice, and as the day wore on, I felt increasingly incapable of facing the mat in my own home, with the thermostat reading a mere 68 degrees. And so, I did what I needed to do to eliminate some of the vatta imbalance that, for me, comes with the increasingly cold weather.
And I kind of liked it. And I would do it again.
Winter does strange things to my resolve.
God help me.