Last week was the return of hot yoga. A sweaty satisfaction that began with me paying $20 to reactivate my account from lack of use.
Whoops. Guess I haven’t been Namaste-ing as much as I had anticipated.
The girly girl in me was excited to display my newly pedicured feet in class. Don’t judge. This has been a reason in the past why I haven’t downward dogged. This lead me to think, if I were a yoga instructor, could I write off pedicures in my taxes? Seems pretty essential to me.
After claiming my spot on the floor, I laid down and tried my best to meditate before class started. With my coaching obligations over and students whom I train leaving for the summer, my schedule is back to being manageable. Back to have time for, dare I say it, ME!
We began in downward dog and walked our dogs. Multiple sun salutations later and I felt like I hadn’t skipped a beat. This was HOT yoga mind you, which if I don’t do often enough royally suck at. Like feel nauseous, dizzy and straight up awful. Why put myself through this you ask? Because I know my potential in the practice. I know how amazing I feel afterwards. I know I’ve only gone to one class before and wished I hadn’t gone.
I’d say the odds are in my favor.
I’ve also decided to integrate more yoga into my marathon training this year. With all the hip issues I faced last May, the added stretching will be beneficial.
About 50 minutes into the 90 minute class, I was ready to begin the seated series. “Slow your roll Caroline, we’ll get there”, I thought. I kept trying to give myself positive encouragement. It’d been a while since my last practice and I didn’t feel like I was going to die! I was, however, a ginormous puddle of sweat. Maybe it was the 20-something people in the class or the 99.9% humidity outside, but I left feeling cleansed and like I’d just hoped out of a pool.
Leaving the class I felt an air of calm, relief and gratitude. To be able to focus on how my body was moving and the patterns of my breathe was refreshing. With the potential of failure looming, I took the risk of spending the majority of the class in child’s pose. But it didn’t happen. Sometimes you have to take risks. They are the challenges that your body craves.
You could definitely surprise yourself with the outcome. So take the first step. Dip your pretty little pedicured toe into the pool of potential.
I promise, the waters not too bad.
What have you tried recently that was out of your comfort zone? Were you afraid you’d fail?