40 minutes into a 90-minute yoga session in a room heated to 42 degrees, long ago sweated out any toxins or indeed fluid left in me... "Allez Katharine... pull from down your elbows!" ... my hands keep slipping, wringing as they are... head up, drops fly... "Reach for your toes"... blood pounding, head spinning, deaf in one ear... sodden trousers stuck to the legs so far from my head... trousers? what was I thinking, the woman next to me is in a swimming costume. I don't remember it being quite this tough.
Bikram Yoga, Paris Grands Boulevards or Marais
