Hot Yoga, thank you.
Dear Hot Yoga,
Thank you. You were not what I was anticipating tonight, and that’s a good thing.
I had some doubts after my first time with you. It was hot, oh so hot, sweaty, crowded, difficult. Then I left you and it was even hotter outside. I swore I’d never come back to you again. I just couldn’t possibly understand why someone would want to drown in their own sweat, while standing so close to someone else that they could also feel droplets of their sweat on them too. You disgusted me.
But then I decided to give you another chance. Your followers really are your best asset, as they can be very persuasive with their stories about how much they love you.
Guess what – this time you were different. First of all, it was cold outside, very cold. And the room wasn’t crowded, and it was peaceful, and you didn’t make me do as much cardio as before. I thought, okay, I can do this.
Then we got going and I felt like I might die. I thought, Oh, now I remember why I don’t do yoga.
But through the pain and inner complaining, I realized something. This was the first time this week I hadn’t been focused on work or my personal problems. I was legitimately only focusing on my breathing, the poses and the present moment. For that alone, I thank you.
First you feel like dying, then you feel reborn. And that’s exactly how I felt by the end of it. Reborn into a new day with new strength and new peace.
As we lay there at the end just breathing and letting go of our body (my favorite part, if you were wondering), your instructor said, “Take a second to memorize this moment. You can come here whenever you want.” Ah. (deep sigh)
Somehow you won me over tonight. So again, thank you.
xo xo, your new yogi