http://www.bikramyogapalisades.com/
Finally got back to Bikram Yoga after almost 2 months off! Really enjoyed the 4 pm class at Bikram Palisades Park in New Jersey. I believe the teacher's name was Yuen and she did a wonderful job of giving tips to first timers and veterans! My friend Ashley went for her first time and stayed in the room the whole time. She is awesomely tough! AND she agreed to go again tomorrow morning! Woo Hoo! Another possible convert!
The studio is pretty clean, it has carpet and so has that sweat smell that cannot be gotten rid of. (I know I have said this before but I LOVE the floors in Toronto, NO smell!!) Yuen monitored the heat pretty well and kept the fans going (even at a low speed it helps mentally to know there are ceiling fans on!). The dressing room for women was very nice size and had toilets and three clean showers. They have lockers and also lock the doors during class and so is very safe as well.
I would recommend this studio to anyone looking to try Bikram espcially if Yuen is teaching!
I struggled a bit through class after not doing much physically for a while. I was in OH which doesn't HAVE Bikram yoga and since I was pretty much at my dad's hospital bedside most of the time, I might not have gone if they did have it. Spending weeks on end in a hospital and rehab home gives a person a ton of time to think though and that was very good for me. My father has been diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma and due to his bad heart and rhuematiod Arthritis, the Oncologist was not able to prescribe Chemotherapy or Radiation treatment. He is taking steroids and anti nausea medication to try to get him a little stronger and back on his feet which will help with his general health but his outlook isn't stellar right now. I feel like I float between being mentally all right with what is happening since we are lucky to have had this much time with him and then occasionally falling apart because no matter how much time I will have with him, it isn't enough.
I was reading a book called "Falling Man" by Don DeLillo, which I haven't finished but still....anyway, it is about 9/11 and the World Trade Centers falling and one of the lines was something about how heroic the people were who ran towards the fire. If I could write a book about my dad that is what I would call it "Running Towards the Fire". My dad is a man who raised himself with help from his sister's and younger brother after his father died and his mother, who drank a lot, married a greasy guy who also drank a lot. Dad was shipped off to relatives for summers and worked odd jobs from the time he was 7 or 8. He worked in a bakery, joined the Army, got kicked out of the Army for having bad hearing, and eventually married my mom and worked at the post office. This man with very little training on how to be a good Dad, has done an amazing job at it. He worked two jobs most of his life to provide for the three children and wife he had. He took great care of my mom as she was failing from Emphysema. And he has fought like a demon to stay alive to help my sister and I as our lives became tumultuous in the last few years. I truly do not know a better man. I ache so viciously when I think of life without him but I also know how tired he is and how much pain he feels. And above all, I know he still loves my mother with all his heart and that he believes they will be together again in death. And for him, I so pray this is true. It would be fitting to see their two angels sitting in lovely white wing back chairs reading together quietly for all eternity. That is heaven.
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