Hot Yoga: A Love Letter
Dear Hot Yoga,
When a friend told me she wanted to introduce us, I immediately judged you, not wanting to give you a chance.
I knew my type. You were not it. After all, I hated the heat and group exercise classes, so there was no way we would be compatible.
I had been introduced to the likes of you before with no success (i.e. CrossFit, Weight Lifting, Barre, Pilates, etc.) I had to settle for the fact that find the right connection was just not in the cards for me. After much persuasion, I finally agreed to meet you. I thought, if things did not go well, I wouldn’t ever have to see you again.
So, I met you at a local studio at 8 a.m. on a Saturday. I wanted to keep it close to home. I wanted it early in the day. What I really wanted was to get it over with so I could get back home to my boyfriend and my dog.
After we parted ways, my friend followed-up and asked, “So, how’d it go??”
I paused and answered, “It wasn’t horrible. In fact, I think we’re going to meet up again and see what happens.”
At first it was not obvious and we had very uncomfortable moments. But something inside just said to keep giving it another try. I cannot explain the feeling as it was not incredibly strong or knowing, but it was this subtle nudge. There was more I needed to learn. After all these years of not having that special something, maybe it was time for me to open up to new possibilities again. Maybe I needed to relearn that feeling and let down my guard. So, I pushed myself to keep an open mind.
Slowly, over time, my initial doubts started to fade and I slowly started to let go, accepting hot yoga for what it was and my passions for the 26 postures began to feed my soul. I actually started to feel a giddy anticipation for our time spent together. The discomfort dissipated.
I felt a sense of freedom with you.
You challenged me in a way where I suddenly found myself wanting to become the best version of myself. My focus sharpened in a hot and humid room while time stood still. Every sense heightened. It was like my world was in technicolor.
As the relationship progressed, I felt myself standing taller. I was more aware of my presence and had a little too much fun buying cute yoga pants for when I saw you (holy credit card statement...). I felt sexy, confident and most of all, happy. I was always glowing, I did not want the way you made me feel to ever come to an end.
I still do not know how this happened. All I know is how I feel. It’s positive.
I went with it.
Never in a million years would I have believed we would have made such a strong connection.
It turns out that you were “The One,” (sorry Scotty ?). I am lucky to have found you. I am so thankful I kept an open mind.
You calm my nerves. You make my heart go pitter patter. You take my breath away. For the first time, I really feel like a Goddess in goddess pose and all these years later, I would not want to do Savasana with anyone else.
All my love,