Just call me twisty pretzel

The hot yoga went well.  The girl that took me to her class said I did pretty well for not having done any yoga before.  Obviously my form and breathing on many of the positions was probably not close to perfect but I tried.  I can only credit my ability to do some of the twisty pretzel positions on the fact that I stretch all the time and work out regularly.  I’m decently flexible so most of the positions weren’t too bad.  It was a matter of nailing down the form and breathing, which I know will take time.  What surprised me was that I didn’t run screaming out of there at the heat.  I usually can’t stand hot rooms like saunas and steam rooms.  The yoga instructor explained that the class was heated to 100 degrees and he wasn’t joking.  It was HOT.  But, I used my cold washcloth that they provided to cool myself off from time to time and drank plenty of water. 

The class was a beginner class but I was definitely the newbie as I was watching everyone else in the mirror for form.  All in all, I enjoyed the class, and while it wasn’t the life transforming moment that many claim about yoga, I will definitely look into classes and see if I can get there.  I have some inner chi somewhere that is dying to be quieted and centered so I will take some classes. I figure it might do me good with Obi-Wan leaving again and me adjusting to all the responsibility.  That way if I’m all calm and centered, maybe I won’t sweat the small stuff.