Bikram Yoga Wichita KS
Vinyasa Flow, Power, Hot Yoga
Belle Plaine, KS
By Jay Clark
Hot Yoga came into my life when I was searching for balance. I had exhausted my body from overexercise; every day I lifted weights, ran 6 miles, and erupted into random sequences of Tae Bo, when I should have been relaxing more. I needed a change in routine. I needed to sweat out some of my obsessive-compulsive personality.
So I packed my towel and lightweight clothing for a trip to the yoga studio. At the studio’s recommendation, I tried not eating anything beforehand, but en route my car veered uncontrollably into a gas station and left an empty bag of Twizzlers in its wake. Not to worry—Hot Yoga promised to rid me of any toxins resulting from my bad dietary decisions.
I entered the 105-degree room and found a spot in the corner for the 90-minute session. I took out my towel and immediately noticed it didn’t cover my mat completely. I shrugged, thinking it wouldn’t matter. But then the drip-fest began. Buckets of sweat poured down me, and my body and mat became perilously slippery. The annoying guy next to me had enough towel surface area to woo Princess Jasmine, and in comparison, my bathroom’s best looked like a doormat. To distract myself from towel envy, I focused on finding my center instead. I tried to soar, like a majestically sweaty eagle, to a place where I could forget my surroundings. Unfortunately, the loud “plops” of perspiration pouring from my neighboring downward doggers brought me back to reality. And that reality contained a metallic ceiling lined with furnaces above me. And the soggy butt of the person in front of me.
We launched into a series of harder poses. The instructor encouraged participants who were dizzy to sit down if necessary. Of course, as a dedicated type A personality, I recognized this as an opportunity to compete. Despite my light-headedness and the gooey red licorice sloshing in my stomach, I refused to take sit-down breaks like the people around me. This competitiveness fueled me through the rest of the session.
Afterward, I wasn’t proud I had resorted to exactly the type of unhealthy, obsessive behavior I was trying to moderate in the first place. But competitiveness aside, I discovered Hot Yoga wasn’t for me—though it did give me enough peace of mind to figure that out. I would have to find my balance and restoration elsewhere.
Author: Jay Clark
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39th Annual Historical Dainty
Dates: 7/27/2013 – 7/27/2013
The Dainty contest was first introduce to Germantown by German immigrants that settled in Germantown in the 1860's. The children's game at that time was revised in 1971 for adults 45 and older. It was revised by Mr. George Hauck and Mr. Charlie Vittner for a customer appreciation day for Mr. Haucks' family store, which is still in operation today, since 1912. The game consist of a 3" stick tapered on each end and a 3' stick tapered on one end. Object of the game is to lay the smaller stick on the road and hit the tip of it by using the larger stick making it airbourne. The person that hits it the longest distance win's the huge trophy. The shortest hit hops the distance of the longest hit on one foot with a basket of lemons.There is always live music from various bands on a yearly basis, the best homemade bologna snadwich's, good ole pickles, potato chips and cotton candy for the children, and always very cool refreshemnts for the adults. It is now played in the area of Schnitzelburg, which was incoroprated in 1971 as well. Feel free to contact me Gary Allen @1-502- 551-2402, for futher details if needed.