I love hot yoga. Some of my Yogi and Yogini friends dislike it for various reasons, but I really enjoy the feeling of becoming completely exhausted. I love to stretch my body when it gets a little tight from running so much and the class is the perfect length for me. I haven’t been doing it forever and generally I bounce around to different studios in North or North East Portland. I haven’t tried them all yet, but so far each one has a specific charm and I am close to making a commitment to one of them, I’m sure.
Today there was a pregnant woman in class. Nobody noticed until she started heading toward the door about 45 minutes into it and the instructor stopped instructing to ask what she was doing. All of our heads turned to her to watch what was happening, as we stood there like Flamingos in Tree Pose, balancing on one leg. (I felt for her at the time, I am sure all of us have had the urge to run for the door at one point practicing hot yoga.)