I think it’s been about six months since I last did hot yoga. Tom and I started going to the official Bikram studio in West Seattle when it opened long before Melody was born. I even did yoga there when I was pregnant with Melody, until I got big enough that it was better for me to be doing pre-natal yoga. When the owners changed at that studio, many of our favorite teachers left and our attendance faltered.
We were pleasantly surprised when Breathe opened in West Seattle. The owner is Amber, one of our favorite teachers from the good old days. It’s a smaller studio, but has showers and it doesn’t smell like sweaty gym socks. They have a screaming deal for new students. It’s $25 for ten classes (to be used within 14 days). Only a real die-hard can use all ten classes in two weeks. I am going to do my best.
After dropping off a very happy Melody at her new pre-school, I easily made it to the 9:30 class. I even ran an errand on my way. I’m not sure if it was just stored up energy that gave me the strength to get through it, or if my body just remembered what to do and how. The class was surprisingly full for being during business hours. It was all women of different ages. They were awesome.
Some people I have spoken to in the last few days seem to have a hard time grasping what I am going to be “doing” now. I find myself being defensive about that question. Is exercising, cleaning, grocery shopping, more cleaning, doing laundry, playing with a child, cooking, and more cleaning “goofing off?” If I had simply taken the day off from work today, would it be seen as a vacation day? This is my job now, and frankly it’s not easy. However, so far I feel sweeping waves of joy throughout the day. There are still a few kinks to work out, but every job has a learning curve right?