I never liked to exercise. I do it because I know it's good for my health, but nothing more. Suddenly I fall seasons in which only practice yoga at other times I just go out to run (although I am not a good racer, I confess that I begin to enjoy it). I came to yoga by accident, I ran for the great novelists who come every day to make up stories while focusing on the kilometers and heart rate.
few months ago I heard (not sure how) a new practice of yoga at 42 ° C with 50% humidity: Bikram Yoga. It caught my attention and I thought that any exercise in extreme weather conditions pose a challenge for the body, mind and spirit. I did not know where they could do Bikram and I let it go, until a few weeks ago when a friend arrived with a gift certificate for two weeks to practice hot yoga in a very beautiful and luxurious south of Mexico City.
I got very, very excited for my first class. Began immediately, with no previous meditation as is customary in yoga. Thirty minutes later I began to see the clock. Just thought I wanted out of there and never returned. I was strong and resisted the ninety minutes despite the dizziness and nausea I felt. I could not concentrate on nothing more than to survive. Never sweated so much. Leaving my body was shaking. I showered with water almost cold but still hot. I went outside, the temperature was low (I know because people were very warm), but I felt very hot. "Power Your Life", I said that and take time with this technique.
The next day, for some unknown reason, I wanted to return.
I went back to Bikram Yoga studio for my second session. The teacher, perhaps the correct word is "monitor" - it was someone else (someone explained that always turns among all those working in that place you go "by the practice and not by the teacher"). I felt more nausea and dizziness on the first day and after forty minutes I left. It is assumed that the challenge is to stay 90 minutes in the classroom acclimated, but could not. Nobody cared that I left. Nobody asked why he had done or if I was wrong.
returned a third time and then came the disappointment. The new instructor would repeat exactly the same words and did it at the same time that the two previous monitors:
"Okay, now you're a Japanese sandwich.
instructors do the postures, which are certainly inspired by yoga, but yoga-NO, and I do not know what a Japanese sandwich, I was completely confused. The embarrassment was increased when the girl in front of the group (about forty people) noted publicly that I was wearing green. Energetic, even aggressive, he said: "If our guru Bikram Choudhury send you to see you out. Let's see, green, move to the right." From that moment my name was Green (clarified that none of the guides was the delicacy of asking what my name). I did not understand why the aggression towards my favorite color. I asked and just told me that the guru did not like.
Anyone who knows me knows I've spent most of my life to writing and studying things green in literature: absinthe fairies, dragons, mermaid tails, soles green (beyond the Black Sun of Melancholy). Many of the best things in my life have been green. I realized then that, about fifty percent of my clothes are green. I have green shoes, a green car, my yoga mat is green, my eyes are green. My home has green walls, green dinnerware, green tablecloths. Overall, I have a green life. (The only thing I do is military-and I will, in the match that color.)
Among my favorite things in life there are plenty that are green:
Lemonade.
asparagus, brussels sprouts and artichokes.
Champagne bottles of Ginger Ale.
Wormwood.
fairy clothing.
The sea.
The eyes of the goddess Minerva (and mine!).
regeneration.
The fujureros (giving fujurcetes and all known and unknown fruits).
forests.
Forests.
Mountains.
trees.
Capers.
The fourth chakra, the heart, love and balance.
Emerald City (what would serve the Yellow Brick Road and Ruby Slippers without it?).
Dragons.
The tails of the mermaids.
How many shades of green have? I believe that no other color has many shades:
Mint Green
Green Apple Green Bottle
Kelly Green
Olive Green Green Grass
Emerald Green Lime Green
I was assaulted. I had already felt abandoned because, though I sought explanation in the people working in the studio, nobody told me the reason for what I felt in the body. "Watch what you feel" was the "answer? I always did. But if I had seen and so I wanted to explain it to me!
I went home sad, puzzled. I wanted to know why such contempt for the green. It turns out that the creator of Bikram Yoga has lost a family dressed in green, but, as a guru, should not be able to release and overcome this anger? What crime has the poor color? Why such intolerance and discrimination to the wearer?
And I learned things I did not expect, for example Bikram Choudhury has patented their method. I shall not speak patents because then the patent on the corn genome, the patenting of the Virgin of Guadalupe and many other things that seem absurd. No one can teach a series of positions at 42 ° as it does Bikram unless it is certified (certification costs about $ 15 000). And of course, you can not study if you pay a monthly fee to "guru", as it is of a franchise. "Yoga as a franchise? Yes that explains why they do Bikram is so expensive, "the yoga of the rich."
The last straw was when I saw a photo of Bikram Choudhury on display in his underwear with pictures of llamas, a monument to bad taste and vulgarity. And I can not wear green because I upset? I will not post the picture here because Fújur \u200b\u200bIslands and the United Fujuratos are against ugliness, but if there are eyes that can see this support page .
Ultimately Choudhury is a billionaire businessman who enjoys his collection luxury car and loves fast food. If I say, "find a way to exercise your body to get you real good" would accept and would be justified in my mind that the studies to be managed as if it were a McDonald's or Starbucks, but I hate dealing with me face to say it is a spiritual path. I just found detached from the coaches. I felt objectified. At least with me, failed as a guru Bikram-I never thought such-and entrepreneur-lost a customer.
supposed to be one of the objectives of Bikram is to ignite the inner fire and that really did it: my fire lit green. Reaffirmed my identity. They confirmed that my heart is emerald.
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