Today I tried Hot Power Yoga for the first time in my life.
I’ve done some yoga classes before, but this was the brutal. It was the hardest yoga class I have ever taken. And, it was in what felt like 90+ degree room.
It killed me. After the first 15 minutes, I hit a wall. The yoga moves were getting difficult, and the heat was unrelenting. I was sweating like crazy, my muscles wouldn’t do what they were supposed to do, and I would occasionally get light headed. I started taking breaks every few minutes. Halfway through the class, I just walked out and created an extra long water break. After my break, I went into survival mode: I just wanted to keep trying to do what I could, and then get out of there.
The crazy part is that there were these girls that did it all. Yes, they were also sweating like crazy, but they could actually do all the advanced poses continuously without much of a break. They definitely belonged.
Me? I felt out of place, and being somewhat inflexible, I’m sure I looked pretty stupid there.
But that’s cool. Because it reminded me of many of my other firsts.
The first time I let loose on a dance floor, I bet I looked stupid. (Most likely I still do).
The first time I hit the bench pressed in high school, I probably looked ridiculous lifting just the bar.
The first web product I built after quitting my job was pretty bad. To an educated product person, it is probably just plain horrible.
At the beginning of anything, you always look stupid. They only way to get past it is to just own it, and keep moving.
And so I’m going back for more hot yoga tomorrow.
If I keep trying, one day I hopefully won’t look too stupid on the yoga mat 🙂
P.S. This is post number #64 in a 100 day blogging challenge. See you tomorrow!
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