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Bend It Like Bikram

Lowen Baumgarten

Jan 16, 2012 — 1 min read

Rocco's girlfriend Astana teaches at Bikram Yoga Seacliff in the Richmond, so last night Rock picked me up and took me to a class. It was my second time, and it kicked my ass.

You bring a mat, a towell and a bottle of water. Then you take everything off but your shorts, and go into the dark, quiet studio. The yoga discipline is to keep silent during the full hour. Astana turns the lights on and begins guiding you in a breathing excercise that always gets me out of breath.

I'm actually starting to love it, but it's such a workout, and I'm sweating so heavily, that as she's guiding us through all the poses, I keep wishing that each one will be the last. But afterwards, I feel the best I have all week.

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