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Oh, Yoga, How Do I Describe Thee?
A beast with a hefty dose of humidity
That is about the extent of my poetry skills, ya like?
My hot yoga journey began in 2010 after my first stint of sobriety. I was 32 years old, fresh out of rehab, and looking for any way to improve myself.
Exercise wasn’t a part of my life because I was too busy having fun. With all this extra time on my hands and the desire to treat my body properly, I decided to take a class with a friend to check it out.
She had been raving about it and I wanted to see what it was all about.
The nerves came rushing in while I was on my way to the studio. This friend of mine said she would meet me there, but when I got to the lobby, she was nowhere to be found.
Maybe she is in the yoga room? I proceeded to check in but was disappointed when I didn’t find her inside.
Immediately I am sweating and unsure of what to do. I look around and copy what everyone else is doing with their yoga mats. They all lay a nice yoga towel down that fits the size of their yoga mats.
Me? I have a dumb, giant beach towel that is way too big for my yoga mat. I might as well have a big “B” for beginners written on my forehead.
