Day 82 Seriously. Turn Down the HEAT.

This is the third day in a row that I’ve skipped the last few postures. Is the thermostat broken, people? I’m not a rank beginner, but I’ve been feeling a little wibbly around the edges in the hot room. Nauseated. Black spots floating in my peripheral vision.

Beginners have been fleeing like lemmings, soggy, desperate rodents repenting their mad scramble onto the Bikram bandwagon. Honestly, right now I’m afraid to invite anyone to try it. It’s not fun. It’s scary.

“Have you been feeling it too?” asked Sharon, pounding down a bit more water before class started this morning. “I thought it was just me.”

“It’s not just you,” I assured her. “It’s been way hotter than usual.”

We chatted a bit about why we put ourselves through this, and naturally, the subject of hot flashes came up.

“Do you have menopause?” Jaspreet asked me. As if it was a disease. 

I nodded glumly.

She’s one of those slightly… off… people. Friendly, but not quite right. (The kind my daughter says are drawn to me. I’m beginning to believe her.) Every time I’ve been the 9:15 am class, Jaspreet’s been there, in the far corner, same exact spot on the floor. She’s not athletic-looking and spends a lot of time looking out the window instead of doing the postures. The instructors sort of ignore her. I think they’ve given up.

“Oh!” Jaspreet looked as if a lightbulb went on inside her head. Which I imagine is a novel experience for her. “That’s why it looks like there’s water on you sometimes.”

Mercifully, the conversation ended there, as our torture session began again.

Yup, that’s me, I thought, as my pores started gushing.

The sweaty one.