January 5, 2012 § 36 Comments
Inspired by me (who doesn’t even know what a single Bikram move looks like but has seen the transformation in my Bikram-mad friend), a close member of my family went to her first Bikram yoga class yesterday. I am booked into my first class today, but this was the text she sent me:
“At Bikram the male instructor wore nothing but speedos, the girl next to me fainted and I had to lie down to make sure I didn’t throw up…”
I wasn’t imagining for a moment (visualising!) that I was going to find a heavenly body (somebody else’s; male) there for keeps, but I was planning on going purely to try to turn my far-from-heavenly body into a rather better one in the hopes that that might increase my chances of finding somewhere a somebody (male) for keeps.
Only now there is an ill wind: literal (kept me awake all night) and metaphorical (speedos; faintness and nausea on top of the stinking bodily fluids I have already been warned about). I am suddenly not so sure the babysitter can make it as early as 5.30 this afternoon when the class begins.
Alas. And procrastination anew.