Old Thing: Hot Yoga

I went to Hot Yoga last night with Lindsey.  I looked it up - I haven't been since November 29th.  That's nearly three months.  I was kind of dreading the experience.  I drank water all day and I tried to be as positive about the experience as possible, but I really was a little fearful.  When I was going in the summer it was no big thing - I was used to the heat, used to the routine, used to the workout.  I have done very little in the way of exercise for the past three months, and I knew that was going to hurt me.  I also knew that, well, I'm a wimp.

We got there early and there was already a line.  By the time they actually opened the doors to the studio, the heat was like this wall of AWFUL that made me wonder what the heck was wrong with me.  Not only did I choose to do this, I PAID for it.  I was sweating before I even settled on to my mat.  I did feel better about the fact that Lindsey seemed to be experiencing something similar.  However, I was not comforted by the fact that the yogi next to me turned out to be a former student who is a senior this year.  And male.  Oy.

I was actually proud of how well I did.  I started to lose my hearing during the balance section, so I sat out for standing bow-pulling pose.  The three times in my life I have fainted were preceded by hearing loss, so I thought I'd better bow out.  But I did everything else, including ALL of the flows.  No skipping for this girl.  And afterward, as always, I felt soooooo good, both physically and mentally, because I'd made myself do it.

I can't wait to start up again when school lets out!