Yes, Bikram whooped my behind Monday night. It was very humbling given that I had missed a week of yoga and thought I would be greeted with a superman feeling (you know, having rested and all). It was so bad I talked myself off the ledge (that is a psychological ledge leading to just giving up and leaving the torture chamber early) SEVERAL times before it was over. Well, Bikram sure as hell told me! (*arm wave* mmmm hmmm)
I'll drag my behind back tomorrow, as the shame has almost subsided.