Here's my truth about hot yoga - at least hot yoga last night. Yes, hot yoga was a blessing last year when I needed it, yes the arm balances are cool, yes I've made good friends.
But last night - the reality of last night's class is that I was so phucking hot that when the person beside me started coughing I was grateful for the breeze. Yeah. It was that kind of night.
I guess a slight addition to that - and a good side effect of growing up - is that when I'm that kind of cooked - all "sweet baby Jesus thank you for making my neighbor cough a slight breeze over my wrecked person" - now I just don't do a damn thing. I choose my own adventure and for half of the class I did poses on the floor that slightly resembled the rest of the class while they were on their feet, and then I just flopped on my back and zoned out while they continued around me. In my younger days I'd have just kept going, until I keeled over. Literally. So I think this is progress in the personal growth department. You have to take it where you find it.Continue reading