Sweat, sweat, and more sweat. That pretty much sums it up.

Yesterday I started going to
Bikram Yoga classes with a friend. Follow the link, and you can find out more about it than you probably every wanted to know. You can also see pictures of the studio here in Budapest, which I'm told looks exactly the same as every other studio in the U.S. Basically, the classes are a series of 26 poses, each done twice, taking 90 minutes. It is done in a really hot room; I've heard it called "hot yoga" before--I'd guess that the room is about at 100 degrees. No, I'm not kidding. Forget the fans; bring on the space heaters! (And if you've ever lived with me, you may know just how much I
"
love" space heaters...oops, did I say love? I mean hate...)
I thought I was going to die during my first class. Obviously, though, I didn't die, and since I committed to 10 days, I'm going to stick it out. After 10 days, I make no promises. But it's been interesting and I'm happy to have a friend to drag me along. I will say that, even if I don't become a hot yoga convert, I will never again say that it is not real exercise!
I also feel like hearing it all in Hungarian is an extra mental exercise--trying to figure out what the heck is going on! Apparently I'm the only newcomer (my friend does it in the U.S.). Luckily, the instructors speak very good English and will generally do the first set in Hungarian and second set in English. Also, it's quite common to hear things like "Toes out, Ash-e-ley"; "Ash-e-ley, lock your knee"; "Spine straight, Ash-e-ley!"; etc. You get the idea...they've zeroed in on me! But they're really helpful and nice.

This is what I look like....ha ha ha (like I could ever get my legs to do that!)