Update:  I dragged my butt to that yoga class I’ve been wanting myself to take.

First thought of my class: HOT!  No escaping now.

Thought entering child’s pose: OW.  Can I really be that out of shape?  

Nearly the last thought of my class: Going to enjoy my nice col…..HOT water.  Note to self: bring extra water to leave in the car.

Tonight was my second class and I was literally dying as well as looking forward to it all day.  Returning to that hot torture chamber – uh, hot room, was blissful for my sore body.  The heat graciously accepted me and I was thankful. 

And yes, I am one of those obnoxious LOUD breathers in the room.  This girl has asthma and history of dehydration, dizziness in hot, sweaty situations (we’re still talking yoga, here, okay?) so I find it best for my discipline, practice, body, rhythm to participate in the breathing.  I love it when I’m sore the next day from breathing.  

I love hot yoga, but I won’t even pretend I’m a hardcore yogi.  My dance background has provided me with the discipline and flexibility to hold poses.  I appreciate the time it gives me to focus on me.  All of my thoughts focus to my breath and my body.  Therapy and self care at its finest.  And its healthy!  As long as I shower immediately upon returning home. 

Namaste.

XOXO