I hate Bikram Yoga.  And when I say I hate it, I mean I love it.

In the midst of the technical descriptions the instructor also manages to weave in little nuggets of wisdom.  Even though the 26 poses are the same every single time, the instructor always brings something new to the class.  Towards the end of the class last weekend as I was raining sweat, trying my hardest to hold a perfect Camel pose after twisting my body into strenuous positions for nearly an hour and a half in a 105 degree room, the instructor said:

"This is not hard." 

Come again?

"This is not the hard part." he repeated, as if responding to my inner thoughts.

This better be good...