Sometimes I forget just how far I have come in my post-injury recovery. Earlier this year, lifting any weight was painful, now I can graduate to using 12.5-15lbs free weights for some fun arm workouts.
After a long day but exciting day of work I spent my Friday night in the Target fitting room.
What do you guys think of my new pajamas?
And just to add some excitement to my night, I got some frozen yogurt.
I left my bed at 8:44am to make it to the 9am Hot Vinyasa Yoga Flow Class. Previously, I had only tried one or two traditional yoga classes- but this was my first hot yoga class.
The room was set to about 87 degrees and, it was toasty. I have to be honest, I find yoga to be highly uncomfortable. I prefer running over yoga, because for some reason while I am running I am able to find a comfortable groove while doing something very uncomfortable.
For the first fifteen minutes of the class I focused on all the negatives- crap, I don’t have any water with me! Am I really going to be that girl that passes out during her first hot yoga class?
I looked around the room and felt discouraged that most people were in positions that I just could not even think about getting into.
So I just decided to modify the moves and follow along to the best of my ability. And in that very moment it did not matter to me what everyone else could or couldn’t do.
I was on my own journey.
And just as the class was about to end, I was able to find comfort in uncomfortable yoga positions.
I am not a very flexible person, I mean I can barely touch my toes after I am all warmed up.
So imagine my surprise when I actually found myself enjoying a hot yoga class, by the time I left the class I felt centered and excited.
I was also hungry.
As I was leaving the owner of the studio asked if I was going to stay for the rest of the free workouts but I was honest and told her that I needed to go and eat.
She offered me a tonic…
I am clearly not a true yogi because I stared at her as if she had three eyes, politely declined and walked away.
I am not even sure what a tonic is, but I am pretty sure it would taste nothing like the potato and eggs that I was craving.
Minerva and I enjoyed breakfast post-yoga at Bob Evans, because that is clearly how the yogis roll these days.
My omelet tasted too “healthy” but the home fries made my day.
How do you find comfort in an uncomfortable situation? Have you ever tried a Hot Vinyasa Yoga Flow Class?