Last night, Raychel and I tried hot yoga. I was not overly-psyched to go because I had previously only been to one yoga class, and the instructor almost kicked out Steph and I on grounds of excessive laughter during the "om" session. Apparently they take this stuff serously, even at the decidedly non-granola environment of Crunch. This time, I kept the giggles to a minimum and actually enjoyed myself.
I was always told a lady doesn't sweat; she glistens. If that's true, ladies should not take hot yoga because I was "glistening" buckets. I didn't necessarily sweat much more than during a run or heavy cardio, but the fact that I hit those sweat levels when I'm just sitting in poses says a lot. Because I worked up a sweat, I felt productive at the end of this class (unlike my first yoga experience).
Hot yoga was the perfect way to unwind after a long work week...oh wait, yesterday was only Tuesday. Nonetheless, it was a great de-stresser and I'm feeling very zen today. Don't expect to see me running off to an ashram and speaking about chakras anytime soon, but if anyone wants to break out a yoga mat underneath about nine heat lamps, I may actually join you.
you go with your "downward dog" self!!!
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