Hot yoga — too hot?

Right or wrong, I’ve always thought hot yoga was the domain of the young and beautiful. My first impression of hot yoga was formed about four years ago when I tried a three-month membership at local hot yoga studio. The students and the instructors were minimally clothed and super-bendy. They were amazing.

Oh, and there were mirrors everywhere. When I studied dance and aerobics a few moons ago, mirrors didn’t faze me.  In this class though, I found myself very mirror-shy. I would position myself strategically among the crew so that I wasn’t right next to the most youthful beauty, and guaranteeing  that people around me blocked my view of the mirror.

If you’ve been reading my blog, you’ll know that I’ve been working with a teacher and a small class in a boutique yoga studio. That’s not changing, but I’ve decided to diversify my practice. A friend of mine from the morning private practice has been raving about hot yoga, so I thought I’d try it. The studio is very close to one of the gyms my son trains at during the week, so I can slip practice in while he’s training (instead of sitting the gallery swilling coffee). As in real estate, location sells in yoga practice.

My first hot yoga class is tomorrow. If I don’t melt — and even if I do — I’ll let you know how it goes!


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