When I first heard "hot yoga," it didn't really grab my attention. Then I heard "10 classes for $10.00," and well, let's just say my ears perked up.
So, with the moral support of a few friends, I ventured into the realm of hot yoga...
My first class was 112 degrees (we read the thermostat)! I spent most of the 90 minute class lying dizzy on my mat, all I could think was, this is crazy!!! As women (and a few men) turned and stretched around me, I just prayed that I would not get dripped on. As one of my friends put it, "you sweat out of pores you didn't even know you had." It's true, and by the end of the first class the thing that grossed me out the most... was myself. I could honestly ring out my pants if I wanted to, and my light grey top was a nice solid faded black.
What more should I expect from a class that encourages you to bring a second towel to wipe up the floor around you? You know, so no one slips on their way out. But, I survived.
After cooling down a bit, I was baffled and intrigued by all of the people who were able to endure the entire class. The heat is strangling, and lying on the mat provides no escape from the hot air. So with a little determination, curiosity, and more friendly support, I headed back.
Now, after a total of 5 times, the heat isn't so shocking and I am actually able to focus a bit on the positions. I can pay attention to the instructor, hear her when she says "this position is said to reduce cellulite..." And yes, you better believe I lift my leg a little higher and try to squeeze with all my might.
Still, by the time I am resting in the final position and hear the instructor say "this position means 'dead,' so pretend you are 'dead' and be still." I just laugh to myself, and think...
it's not that hard considering it is as hot as hades in here.
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