I haven’t done Bikram in about 2 years. The studio was just too far and the class schedule just didn’t work for me between my job and the needs of my family. But prior to that I’ve attended about 20 classes. I can honestly say that it was the hardest type of workout I’ve ever had. It also left me feeling better than any other exercise.
You WILL notice improvement almost immediately and almost every time you attend class if you go regularly. You will also immediately notice loss of progress if you skip.
I’ve done weight training, aerobics, cycling, tae kwon do, swimming, racquetball, basketball and running in the past. I found I began to loathe these activities. Most were more pain than gain. With the rest, I just couldn’t deal with the egos.
Bikram is different. If you can get through the first two or three classes, you will find you look forward to each time after that.
It doesn’t matter how fat or inflexible you are. You go, you bend and stretch, and you take your body to its limits wherever that may be. Almost always, that limit is a little farther than you thought, and you come away feeling good about your progress.
You WILL stumble and fall at first. You WILL feel like you might faint. You WILL feel anxiety and panic as you rapidly gasp for air because you are taking your body into positions that prevent you from taking deeper breaths. If you don’t, you probably aren’t trying.
You need not feel self-conscious. If anybody is looking when you happen to stumble or sit out, they are only thinking to themselves “I remember when I thought this was impossible too”.
If you are overweight, if anyone happens to notice, the are probably thinking, “jeeze, this was impossible for me at an average weight. I couldnt imagine how hard it would be to do these things with extra weight.”
If you need to sit down and catch your breath, everyone knows you are contemplating walking out because they all wanted to do that. But they know that those who do, almost never return.
One of my significant memories from Bikram class is around my fifth or sixth class when I was able to do everything and hardly break a sweat. I noticed the new guy next to me clearly seemed to be very athletic and in much better shape than me. He was also clearly struggling to keep his balance. He was drenched in sweat. He was struggling to catch his breath. He had to sit out more than a few times.
I certainly did not believe I was more fit or even more flexible than him. I realized that the reason he looked tortured while I was not was due the differences in what was going on in our heads.
To him, balance was a verb that meant counterbalancing forces to maintain an unstable equilibrium, while to me it is a noun refering to a state of stability. He was fighting himself and the will of gravity. I had learned to let gravity tell me when I had found the balanced state I was looking for by relaxing and letting it carry me there. Being balanced was then as easy as standing.
Experienced students know that it doesnt matter where your limits currently are since the limits will soon be moved. There is no shame in reaching your limit. It’s something to be proud of. Its what everyone is doing there.
When you are done, you feel like you’ve had the best massage of your life because every major muscle (including core abdominal muscles) have had any tension stretched out of them. You feel awake and oxygenated because you have focused on your breathing, which you know you did correctly because you didnt get dizzy and have to take a break this time.
Now that I have plenty of free time, this is high on my list of things to do again.