The Bikram Diaries: 10

It has been nearly a year since my last post, which was nearly a year since the one before. I haven't given up, though I have become something of a sporadic visitor. Recently, however, I've been a bit more regularly so I thought I should check in.

I'm now up to class 93. I was pondering in class tonight, what special thing might happen in class number 100, like I will be able to magically get my bum on the floor between my heels or something; then I realised that was very unyoga and I should be thinking about what I can do new in class 93, so I made a huge effort and managed to grab my left foot from the inside during standing bow. I think this might be the first time that has ever happened. I have read back through all my bikram posts and see I managed it once on the right, but that was when I was going more often and I was two years younger. Sigh. I can no longer get my head on my knee and the days of being able to grab both feet are far behind me. But I guess I will get there if I keep going back.

So, hurrah for foot grabbing. I must make an effort to get there twice a week. I managed to go twice while I was staying at Father Hand's. In the first class I went to, the instructor was English. It was surreal and made more so by the fact he was wearing a headset and kept wandering out of the room, but his voice never got any quieter. The second class, the instructor was the same one I had two years ago. He remembered my name, amazingly. He kept turning the fans on, but I was prepared.

There was a terrible moment after class when I chugged half a bottle of water I'd filled from the fountain, only for one of my classmates to say that she'd had to dump hers out because it was blue and tasted bad. They were working on the water pipes. I got into the shower and then had to get out again because I thought I was going to be sick. It passed; I showered; I turned off the water; I projectile vomited, without warning. Thank goodness I was still in the shower, except urgh. I had to do a good clean of the floor with their nice shower gel. But that could have been the rental car. I tipped the rest of my water away and noticed it was indeed faintly blue. I don't want to know what it might have been. I don't seem to have suffered any ill effects.

Exciting times, getting poisoned at the bikram studio.

I also managed to get Sibling to go by visiting his local studio with him, where my familiar Bristol instructor teaches on a Friday night. He enjoyed it more than he thought and he was quite good. He has even been back without me.

New target: get to 100 classes by the end of the year.