Hot Yoga

No, no this is not me. There is no way on God's green earth that I could do this.  When I do yoga I get hot and sweaty and gross. But I also get some well needed clarity.

Have you ever had 'one of those' days?

You know the day that I mean.

It seems as if all the cosmos are against you. Everything in the world is conspiring to make you lose it? That was my day today. I swear that it felt everything in this world wanted to slap me upside the head.

I faced setback after setback today. Nothing seemed to be going my way. I was Rocky getting pummeled by Apollo Creed. I was Kristin Wiig in 'Bridesmaids' getting kicked out of my apartment. I was Emily in 'The Devil Wears Prada' getting hit by a cab. I don't know why the universe wanted to pick on me today, I was wearing yellow for pete's sake! Yellow is a happy color! From the moment I set foot into work, I knew that it was going to be me pushing up hill. By 11:30, I had hit my limit. It took every ounce of my will power to finish out my day.

I was so frustrated. I was so over it all. I wasn't zen. I wasn't happy. I wasn't wanting to do anything but curl up in bed and cry. And cry.

I don't know about you but days like that make me fill utterly and completely defeated.

The last thing I wanted was to drive halfway across town, change into gym clothes and sit in a hot room. But I did it anyway. I drug myself there. 

And I found my safe space. 

Seriously.

I found my zen, my freedom. 

It was the first time that I was able to do all 26 postures. 

From Pranayama all the way to Khapalbhati. 

It was the first class I had taken alone. The other few times I had gone with my cousin and once with my friend. But this time I went alone. 

There was a freedom in picking where I wanted to practice, I chose by the window. I wish I could tell you it was because I felt the need to stare out the big windows at the barren desert landscape beyond. But it was actually so I could watch my car. Cause I am that strange. 

But from the moment I clasped my hands under my chin and began the first pose, I felt the day melt away. During the Savasana I found myself watching the sun streak the sky a brilliant pink and then slowly fade to purple and then black. I wasn't concerned about anything but breathing in the hot air and breathing out the negativity that had settled someplace in my heart. Ridding myself of that anger that had snaked around my ankles and held on tight. 

I left feeling like I always do, a touch shell shocked and really sweaty. But clean. Somehow refreshed. I knew that tomorrow would bring more challenges, that I could not always be happy but that if I could do 90 minutes of poses in a class all by myself I could do anything.  

Life is made up of moments, some good,some bad, some sad, some happy. But just like happiness is fleeting, so is sadness and joy is right around the corner. 

Nameste bitches. 

Haha! Come on, I have to keep it honest!