I signed up for a free week of hot yoga and it was incredible. I’ve never taken yoga from an instructor nor participated in any sort of fitness class, so this was the perfect opportunity for me to break into both. I didn’t know what to expect. The media makes it seem like you’re going to want to fart, but thankfully that wasn’t an issue. I was also somewhat worried that being surrounded by beautiful yoga pants wearing women in aesthetically pleasing positions would stimulate the wrong parts of my mind and body, but I was able to overcome that mostly because, (un?)surprisingly hot yoga is an incredibly vigorous workout. I’m an amateur, so it was a struggle just to keep up with everybody else around me. There was no time for a boner.
Seventy-five minutes later, and I felt like I got my money’s worth. I had originally planned to make it to seven sessions because there are seven days in the week, but I could only make it to three. My body was sore. I normally think of yoga as a slow and peaceful endeavor, but this particular style had me rapidly alternating between stances and working out nearly every muscle in my body. I love a good sweat, and being in a cramped heated room with a ton of strangers had me leaking like a faucet. I think that I’ll have to commit to a full month in the winter.
The best thing about signing up for this course was the fact that I specifically set aside time each day to exercise. I have a hard time finding the time to work out because I don’t make time to work out. I fill in the blanks in my life with exercise, but because I am so exhausted from everything else that I’m actually doing, I am too tired to exercise, which sucks because I know that after a workout I feel revitalized. I just have to remind myself that sitting on my ass all day is only going to make me feel worse than going to the gym.
I don’t even actually have a gym membership. When it’s cold I hit up friends who have free gyms in their apartment complexes and when it’s warmer I elect to exercise outdoors. The only problem with being outside is that I don’t sweat as much and I don’t feel fulfilled! Sweating isn’t everything, but if I’m not perspiring at the end of a workout I feel like I failed. Shouldn’t I be soaked? At least a little bit? It sucks when I run six miles and come home dry.
I need to start making exercise a priority in my life. I always think about how I want to turn this fat into muscle, but I can’t even find the time in my day to do that ‘scientific seven-minute’ workout, yet I can sit in front of my computer and television screens for hours at a time. Maybe I find what I can do with my keyboard more intellectually stimulating, but exercising my brain can’t come at the expense of exercising my body. I need to be able to find time for both.