Hot Yoga

So, we are off and running.

Today Bonnie, Brooklyn and I decided to get our feet wet at the gym, so we took the hot yoga class at the Midtown Sky gym.

An hour of yoga in a 90 degree room.

I was not prepared.

The great thing about yoga is that, even in a large class - this one had about 40 women, five or six guys, and a fourteen year old kid - it's a personal endeavor. Your practice is your practice.

The downside is that an hour of yoga is hard.

Trey, our instructor, was great - wandering around the darkened room, calling out sequences, gently correcting poses - and both Brooklyn and I are looking forward to going again.

First, though, I have to make it through the upcoming week, which will include a couple of BodyPump classes and some cycling.

Assuming I can drag myself out of bed in the morning, that is.