Hot Yoga Rebels.
It’s been really cold outside. If you’ve been following me on social media, you’ve seen recent posts that show me going to the gym when it’s been 8 degrees. When it’s thats cold, I think people would do just about anything to warm up. So, let’s talk about my recent hot yoga class.
I’ll start by saying that I LOVE hot yoga. I try to go once per week, usually on a Sunday afternoon. The first time I tried it, I was absolutely miserable, but the more I went, the better I felt. For those of you who have never tried it, imagine doing yoga in a sauna. Caveat - a sauna filled with half-naked sweaty people, standing really close together in a relatively small space that is kept at 110 degrees.
The first time I went, I couldn’t get past the 110 degrees.
The second time I went, I struggled with the really close together and the half naked part.
After the third time, it was smooth sailing because I realized that my sweaty ass was in someone elses face too. :)
A few days ago my friend Jen and I were texting about getting out of the house and we decided it was time to hit the gym. The weather that week was awful and I missed the gym both Friday and Saturday because I didn’t want to leave the house. We were looking for a healthy, post-holiday low cost option and opted to do some walking on the treadmill followed by hot yoga. I mean how much shopping can we possibly do?
Jen warned that the gym would likely be full because it was January and people were focused on their resolutions. While I knew in my heart that she was right, I was hoping that most people were relaxing near their fireplaces and staying close to home. It was clear that there are many other people who live in this area with a stronger constitution than mine because the gym was absolutely packed. We couldn’t even find a spot in the parking lot and had to circle twice before following a man to his car and waiting patiently for him to leave. I use the term patiently very, very loosely.
Once inside, Jen hopped onto an available treadmill and started walking. I jumped onto mine and couldn’t get it working.
I walked across the room and stepped onto the only other treadmill available and guess what?
That one wasn’t working either
The first thought that went through my mind was ‘seriously?’ Followed by ‘I left my house for this?’ Then, as luck would have it, the man on the treadmill next to my broken one stepped off of his and I quickly usurped it - so quickly that I forgot my water bottle on the broken one. I didn’t care. For the next 20 minutes that baby was all mine.
Once the hot yoga teacher arrived and opened the room, both Jen and I moved off of the treadmills, I grabbed my water bottle and we headed over to the yoga space. I’m glad we did because class was so full that afternoon that the teacher had to turn people away. I’ve been doing hot yoga on and off for about a year now and in all that time, it has never been at max capacity. It was validation that the cold weather was getting old and that we weren’t the only people looking for some warmth.
I usually do well until we get to Camel Pose which is about 3/4 of the way through class. It’s a pose where you are standing on your knees with your hands on your lower back. Your torso leans backwards stretching. For those who are truly limber, you can reach back and put your hands on your ankles - I used to be able to do that, but not since my back started hurting. These days that pose makes me dizzy, especially in the heat, so I did what I could, and then I went to lay down.
Jen whispered something to me because she was laying down too. We both giggled.
Then we got scolded for talking.
I felt like a kid and giggled even more. Apparently one is not allowed to speak during hot yoga as it disturbs others. While I thought Jen was very quiet and respectful, the instructor clearly didn’t feel the same. I was a bit embarrassed, but I was also a little bit annoyed.
Brushing it off, I moved on to the rabbit pose. With my forehead to the ground, I looked at Jen and made a bunny face. She giggled softly to herself. I can see why we would not be appropriate for this class - but you can’t be serious all of the time!!
About 10 minutes before class ended a young couple packed up their things and walked out slowly, not disturbing others. It didn’t seem to be an issue, so a few minutes later, Jen and I decided to do the same. Just as we stood, the instructor announced to the class “if you are planning on leaving early, I encourage you to stay. The floor is very wet and we have participants who are relaxing. Please consider staying.”
We looked at each other and continued to walk. As soon as we got out the door Jen was like “why did she single us out? She didn’t say anything about the other people!” I shrugged my shoulders and suggested that she not worry about it. I felt like I was on top of the world. I was relaxed and felt totally detoxified.
There was a part of me that felt a little guilty for disturbing others with my giggles and my early departure, but at the same time - we all have our own journey to follow.
Bee healthy. Bee happy.