Everyday in the hot room there is at least one struggle that I have to overcome: a bad day at work, stiff and sore muscles, lack of motivation, winter blues.... and today was the crowd. To be more specific, it was the fear of other people’s sweat. I’ll admit I’m a heavy sweater but most guys in the hot room drip buckets and buckets of sweat during the 90-minutes. Sandwiched between two guys, I knew that I was in for a rainstorm of their sweat, pelting me from two different directions and drenching me and my fluffy white towel. I kept trying to refocus my inner chatter by paying attention to the dialogue. But I couldn’t see myself in the front mirror with so many people scrunched so tightly in the front row. Even though Bikram says “Don’t say sorry. Say excuse me for living,” the word sorry goes a long way in a overcrowed yoga room and I heard it A LOT during class today. Would you believe those two guys didn’t flick one drop of sweat on me either?
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