New Things: Hot Yoga

February Resolution #1: Stop starting blog entries with apologies for not blogging.

After Hot Yoga, a coffee date, and hanging out all afternoon with Kenzie, she opens up her computer, clicks a couple of times, looks at me and says, "You're becoming one of those 'once a week' bloggers." I reply (with a tinge of sass) "I'm sorry, I know you like to be updated on the everyday events of my life. I'll just leave now and go write about hanging out with you."

I'll try and hold you all over with a little recap of Hot Yoga, but tomorrow I'll give you a far more in depth exploration of my current life conundrum: Everything needs to be my first priority.


But that's for tomorrow.


Hot Yoga at Solace Yoga in Mishawaka was a sweet "New Thing" for my New Things Weekends. I woke up and started pounding water since my roommate Melissa told us that "Hot" means that the room is between 100°F and 104°F, and it was definitely necessary. We arrived at the brand new studio, paid our drop in fee (student discount!), ogled at the well appointed locker room, and grabbed ourselves a spot in the immaculate studio.

While the workout is not as obviously intense as a Jillian Michaels workout, I did hear her catch phrases like "Finish strong!" and "Don't phone this one in!" ringing in my head when I was trying to hold some of my poses. Hot Yoga was also a feat of endurance - an hour and a half of yoga in a 100°F room definitely takes a toll on your body, and even the shirtless tattooed yogi guy (totally ripped might I add) seemed to be feeling it by the end.  The instructor was also great because she definitely threw around phrases like "gather all of the energy in the room", "salute the sky", and "send out your positive thoughts", but she didn't make us take time out so she could ring Tahitian bells over our crown chakras (yeah they're a real thing).

Bottom line of Hot Yoga is that I'll definitely be back, but I'll have to remember to bring a towel so that I can towel off my sweaty hands and feet in order to hold my down dog. And since I never had to invest in a foam roller (thanks Mom for the best surprise ever!) I think that money might be going towards a sweet yoga mat.

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