About 7 years ago I met an inspiring couple in NYC, they are South African and were living in NYC for 6 months while the husband lectured at NYU. It was fascinating to me that the wife, who I instantly liked and respected, had a bikram yoga studio in Joburg and loved the style. I’d found the idea of an extra hot room and the fact that Mr Bikram drove around LA in a rolls Royce wearing a Rolex, totally unappealing. I kept thinking how could someone so cool be swept up by all that hype and of course my curiosity for Bikram was pricked. It took me till today August 22, 2010 to give my first class a try. For an action, do it now kind of gal this is a surprise but right now in my life Im learning that Im learning and the path is not clear and that’s ok.
The studio is set in the back of beyond and to me kind of added to the mystery as I walked in and wondered what I was in for. Tough is the word that keeps coming to mind, any type of intense heat is tough for me. Add some intense poses and over a period of 1.5 hours constant self judgment and complaining was all my head had time to do/think. Can’t say I could manage all the poses, certainly did allot of internal moaning and complaining especially once we lay down. 
The change rooms were the closest I’ve come to Jivamukti’s lafyette studio, up close and very personal. The claustrophobia was a little too much towards the end, I had to leave the room and wait for my friend outside but all told I’ll be back, hell im even thinking of doing the 30 day challenge that invitingly hangs on the entrance wall.
