I've gotten a lot of advice and recommendations that I should try Bikram yoga to help with my hip. I've never done yoga before, let alone hot yoga, but I wanted to give it a try. I was a little nervous since this would be a new experience for me and it was waaaaaaay outside of my comfort zone. Beforehand I had a few thoughts swirling around my head including:
1) Who goes to yoga classes? Will the class be filled with Barbie looking Gumbys? Would I be the only guy?
2) Would I survive the 90 minute class? Why don't they have mini yoga available?
3) How lame would I be? I looked online and they said the class (Bikram Yoga) included 26 "poses." I figured I could maybe do one (the corpse pose).
4) Most importantly, would it help or would it hurt?
I took the plunge and attended my first class yesterday. After I paid for a one week unlimited newbie rate (about the same as the walk in, one class rate), I went into the hot room. I knew I was in trouble right away when there was one girl walking around the room. On. Her. Hands. I looked around and realized I couldn't escape. The instructor probably saw the fear in my eyes as they darted from side to side scanning the exits and said that I should consider the class a success if I was able to just stay in the room for the whole time without bailing. Poses were optional. I think that's setting the bar about as low as it can go but still seemed huge to me. Did I say the room was 105 degrees? I set up my stuff in the back corner of the room trying to melt into the scenery on the wall.
Some other GumbyBarbies showed up but some "normal" looking people showed up and 5 guys too (no, not the burger and fries Five Guys - I couldn't be that lucky). These guys wound up being more frightening than the GumbyBarbies as they spent a lot of the time in the class grunting and making other strange noises (can you say flatulence?). One guy even was wearing booty shorts with his butt cheeks hanging out and no shirt (showing his flab's dunlaps to all). That unfortunate image seems to be somewhat burned into my retinas and I shiver every time I recall it.
But back to the class. One of the best things I did was leave my watch home. I figured if I felt that I was in the room forever and found it was only a few minutes, I would be mentally defeated. I wore running shorts, a tri club technical tee shirt, and brought two towels to wipe off the sweat. Two water bottles and I was as ready as i could be.
The net result is that I did what I could. I was able to actually do some of the poses but the instructor had to take pity on me for some others. They let me use the yoga toys (blocks, straps, etc) but that might have been to keep my mind from realizing what was going on. The class seemed longer than I expected (perhaps time slowed) but I survived.
I don't know if this yoga helped me but it didn't seem to hurt. I call this battle a tie but since I bought a week's worth of classes there will be a rematch. With a different instructor.
But I won't be wearing booty shorts.