So this morning I made my first attempt at a hot yoga class. My Lovely Wife enjoys the hot (95 degree) yoga, and so I figured I would give it a try--I have very limited yoga experience, but I find it appealing as an idea. Whenever I've tried to meditate or otherwise turn my brain off for a while, I have a very hard time doing it. I start worrying about some unimportant thing and/or thinking about my next meal and/or singing "Take on Me" in my head or something. So I dig the idea of occupying part of my brain with contorting my body into improbable positions so that the rest can shut off.
Having said that, I have concluded that this particular form of exercise is not for me. Mainly because of the heat. Oh, God, but it was hot in there. And I come from compact Northern European stock--my fireplug frame is built to retain heat, not shed it.
Well, there were a few other things that made me uncomfortable. 1.)The sex noises. Lots of groaning exhales such as I'm not all that comfortable hearing from total strangers. 2.)The repositioning. I mean, I consider myself a pretty open-minded, liberal guy, but, you know, when I'm bent over, butt in the air, the feeling of another man's hands on my hips does not inspire serenity in me.
3.) The heat. Did I mention it was hot? Here's how hot it was: I was surrounded by sweaty women in skintight clothing in suggestive poses and all I could think was "Get me the hell out of here!"
I bailed sixty minutes in, and now, nearly seven hours later, I still feel like crap. I think I'll be eschewing the hot yoga in the future.
