It’s no secret that I love hot yoga. And when I head to a class, I make sure to prepare myself. I have two towels, two bottles of water (at least), and likely an extra shirt. Plus the mindset that hot yoga requires – it will be hard; you’ll sweat your ass off; and you’ll probably slip on the mat or floor at least once.
Last night, however, I chose a non-heated class.
I wanted something a little less strenuous, a little less slippery, and a little more centering.
Of course, I was stressed from leaving work late, rushed to the class and forgot my water bottle – not the best start to a lovely meditative practice. But I lay on mat, trying to relax and focus – secure in the knowledge that this class would be far cooler than I was used to. Just what I needed.
Not even 15 minutes in, I was already sweating.
Okay, I thought. There are a lot of people; it’s a smaller space. But the instructor is adjusting the thermostat – I’m sure he’s making it cooler.
Which was quickly followed by, but then why are there puddles around my mat? And damn me for forgetting my water!
I started wondering if it was even possible to do non-heated yoga in the DC summer. Maybe the heat and humidity just permeate everywhere. Maybe there’s no escape.
Until the instructor announced, “Sorry everyone. The thermostat isn’t working. I have the air on, but it doesn’t seem to be doing anything. Don’t worry, though. I’ll report it to the building management.“
And suddenly all those little puddles made sense, and I was back to cursing my lack of water.
I tried to get back to my intention, but my mindset was all off. All I could think of was powering through, cooling off, and changing into clothes that weren’t dripping.
There was a moment during the final resting pose that I thought I might have found my center again. The room was dark and quiet, and I’d just gotten a grasp on my intention.
But as soon as the instructor asked us to sit up, all too soon, I might add, my first thought was, What a shitty shavasana.
Center: still lost.
I’m already signed up for several more classes next week – all non-heated – so here’s hoping that they fix the thermostat in time.
Or that I remember my water.
But preferably the thermostat. And a longer shavasana.