If you've ever walked into a Bikram studio, you know what I'm talking about. It's not wholly unpleasant, but it's definitely not what walking into a spa smells like. It's not body odor. Considering the sheer number of bodies that are sweating in a studio on any given day, you'd think it would smell much worse than it actually does. But, it is a kind of mildew-ish smell. I think that is the best description for it.
I have Febrezed (should that word be capitalized? It is a product name... sometimes proper grammar escapes me)everything in my room. I have disinfected my mat. I have left clothes on my patio to air dry and I finally bought a wall air freshener. But the smell is following me everywhere I go! It's a constant reminder of this life I have chosen. I know other's can't smell it on me, believe me, I've asked. Hah, imagine it, me asking my co-workers and friends to give me a whiff, just make sure it's not apparent to everyone, thanks. I wonder if it is just in my head. It's not in my head. The difference between me and the rest of the world, is that I am able to identify that not wholly unpleasant smell and it reminds me of my mornings and evenings spent in the studio.
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