Yesterday I had the brilliant idea to travel along with two of my co-workers to my new favorite yoga studio, The Purps, to try their red class out. This class is the ‘next level up’ than the one I have been taking, which is pushing my yoga practice (as they like to call it) to new levels. I haven’t found myself totally feeling more flexible but I have implemented some more stretching into my routine and am constantly reminding myself to sit up straighter and take deeper breaths throughout the day, which I like. I think that’s by far the hardest part of yoga for me, besides all the flexibleness that doesn’t seem to exist in my body.
So onto red class.
I arrive and knew that the class is set to a temperature of 99 degrees… Once I walk through the glass door to the upstairs studio I am hit with a wave of warmth. It was a little cool outside so it felt good. I laid out my mat and wished I had remembered my water bottle in my car. Our teacher came in and was in amazing shape. We start off with a few simpler moves and before I knew it the sweating began. Drips down my face, my back, my arms. I didn’t realize it but it zapped my energy way quicker than if it was a normal class where the temp is around 80ish.
I am a big time clock watcher and I, for the life of me, couldn’t find the clock in this new room. Half way through, I was frantically searching for the clock. I finally found it and I think it was hard to see because it had a weird glare on it. I kept checking that constantly and just kept getting sweatier and sweatier. I just wanted to make it to the end. The first time you take a class is the hardest too because it seems to go on FOREVER. The poses were a lot more difficult too and throw that in with a slippery sweaty mat and I was a hot mess. With sweat dripping down my nose I continued on. It was also hard to do the poses because of all the sweat.
As the time seemed to drag on, and the teacher seemed to come more than once to correct my practice, I literally got hotter and hotter. I was sweating so much my clothes were drenched and my hair was sticking to my neck. Finally I went into childs pose. (basically you do that when you can’t take it anymore) and leaned over to my friend, and I must have looked like death as I whispered for our other friends water bottle. I literally thought I was going to pass out. I started gulping down the water and tried to breath without freaking out. I was so light headed and literally felt like my heart was going to explode. I finally got up and kept going and kept sweating all over the place. I don’t think I’ve ever sweat that much in an hour. It was insanity.
I really tried to focus on my breathing and drank more water, but MAN, seriously it was hardcore. At one point I felt like I was going to cry! I thought I would rather run a marathon that do this EVER AGAIN! Which I never want to utter those words ever again! After the last ten minutes of my sweaty slippery disaster of a yoga session, we finally did an Hom, and a namaste and I was so glad I didn’t pass out. It was OVER! Of course after the class I was talking to my friends and trying to get myself together and they of course were laughing at me and my lack of ability to handle the heat and how I thought I was going to pass out.
So, even though it was a REALLY hard workout for me, I’m glad I stuck it out, I didn’t pass out and I did it, but I don’t think I’m an ideal candidate for Hot Yoga for a while when I can’t even handle warm yoga!
Alas, I am continuing on pushing myself out of my comfort zone when it comes to working out lately, it makes for a pretty hilarious story, and both my friends did say they would have called 911 for me. How nice.