So... I have a thought, one that I'll likely abandon when the time actually comes.
How crazy would it be to do a 30-day bikram challenge? There's a center only a few blocks away from my house (it's actually closer than my gym). I could freeze my gym membership for a month and try it...
I'm torn on how I feel about bikram, but I suspect that I'd have some strong, strong feelings after that. And I'd probably build up my resistance to heat and humidity, too. There are only so many 30 day periods I know that I can be in New York this summer.
I guess I'll start the summer by taking a few classes to see if I even like this studio. I did bikram with some regularity when I lived in Philly, but I haven't done it since then - I haven't regularly practiced any yoga since then, which you could read as a sign that it hasn't been worth it to me, or you could read as a sign that it's high time I did it again! I liked bikram as a complement to slower vinyasa/hatha classes, but on its own, I never felt like I got a very "yogic" feeling from it. It felt like yoga for Type A people.
I'm going to stop now before I get too New Age on ya.
Now, if you have any suggestions on why I can't just quietly run some 5ks, maybe a 10k or a half, and why I can't just go to my gym's hybrid yogaerobic class and call it a day, but NO, instead I have to push myself to the limits of athletic pursuits despite knowing full well that I am not that competent, well, feel free to chime in.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"