The last few weeks have been total hell for me. A serious relationship ended abruptly and it has take a toll on my well-being. So, I went completely off the deep end and decided I needed to start going to yoga. You know…..to get my head in order!
Anyone who knows me knows I absolutely hate yoga. Oh, I don’t discount the benefits, I just don’t like it at all. That’s what makes this story so ridiculous! I not only signed up for a class, I mistakenly signed up for a hot yoga class and, surprise, surprise, came unprepared!
Adi (my friend and instructor): Here’s a towel. Put your stuff in this bin and come in here. It’s very hot but I’ll put you over here where it’s not as bad.
Me: What do you mean it’s hot? Is this a hot yoga class?
Adi: (surprised) Yes it is! Did I not tell you that?
Me: No. I’m completely unprepared. I don’t have clothes to change into after the session and I’m wearing glasses instead of contacts. They’ll never stay on my sweaty face. You don’t mind if I bring in a fan, do you? Is there an outlet nearby? I have an extension cord in my car. We can run it under the door, right?
Adi: Give me back the towel and get out of my studio!
I was completely horrified. I mean, the only thing I hate almost as much as yoga (and country music), is doing yoga in the heat! What crazy person thought this was a good idea?
Hey, you know what would make this better? Let’s lock a bunch of people in a room and crank up the heat so they sweat balls…..on rubber mats!
Well, I actually tried it and didn’t completely hate it. It wasn’t fun. And I suck at it! But it was tolerable. And the worst part: I’m writing a check tonight for another two weeks worth of sessions. God help me! I really must be a mess right now.