An hour into my Bikram Yoga class, sweat literally pumping out of pores I didn't know I had, our instructor -- the epitome of positivity, I might add, gave us a strange and daunting invitation: "Recruit Bengal tiger strength, and use mind over matter" in order to lock our legs in pose.
Have I ever contemplated a Bengal tiger? Have I ever seen a Bengal tiger? Have you? Maybe the woman on the next mat over, the one who pulled off an unassisted, no-need-for-a-wall head stand to warm up has. But me? Not exactly.