Let’s talk about hot yoga for just a minute. I’ve wanted to do it for as long as I’ve known about it, but have always let finances and lack of time keep me from it. Oh, and that little thing called ‘fear’. Yes, fear was also a factor; even though I used to run 7-8 miles every day and do an hour of weights and 30 minutes of stretching afterwards, I was petrified of hot yoga.
All of this changed yesterday. I gathered up my courage and went after hot yoga like white on rice. Or yellow on a banana peel. Or green on a Granny Smith. You know what I mean. I got after it despite my unfounded fear of the heat.
I now have a very clear understanding of how and why hot yoga is an addiction. I was a hot sweaty bendy mess, and I loved every second of it! Within minutes of laying on the floor in the room waiting for the class to start I could feel sweat trickling down my scalp. In the first forward fold I saw the beads of sweat on my arms in the light of the window. Want to know the crazy part? It was beautiful.
My sweat was beautiful.
The whole class I found myself praying, praising God for the body he’s given me, repentant for the harm I’ve done to it in the past, and truly sorry for not realizing how blessed I am. I pushed myself and I loved myself and discovered that above all else, I am thankful.
If that’s not reason enough to go back, I don’t know what is!