WO Magazine Fall 2013 | Page 68

REGULARS Here’s the thing, as you knew all along I’m sure, hot yoga is definitely not about sexy good-looking sorts gently stretching and achieving fantastically beautiful fit bodies. You can be as ugly as the back end of a bus and still get in the class. Fitness “Is this the advanced cold yoga? No? Beginner hot? Oh yeah, I’m in the wrong place. I’m looking for advanced chilly-as-frost yoga. Sorry gotta go”. Big sigh. I didn’t even try it. Yup. Coward. Comfortable, nonsweaty coward – I am well aware. child starting grade one and freaking out in the playground. “Look Julie…see the pretty colors of all the mats? Wow! We’ll just set up right here beside each other and you know what? I’ll get you a strap and a fun bolster! You just don’t worry As I was trying to slink away unnoticed, I ran into a friend of mine who loves, loves, loves yoga. She gently blocked my way, clotheslining me past the Starbucks and dragged me back in the gym, explaining the wondrous benefits of hot yoga. I remained unconvinced but she did manage to cajole me into considering beginner Hatha yoga. After a latte and a brownie to think it all over, we headed back to the yoga studio. about a thing.“ Wait – why do I need a strap? What do you need a strap for? Do I get tied up or to another person I don’t know? I’m not that comfortable with people in my personal space! Sandy diverted my panic by introducing me to a very nice lady beside us, who clearly had done this before. She smiled, patted my hand, and then told me to let go of her arm. I LIKED THE AMOUNT OF TIME YOU GET TO LIE DOWN Hot yoga is all about the temperature of the room. Africa-freaking hot. Stifling. Walking through the door was like saying to yourself, “What I want to do is experience a hot flash for an hour, with no relief in sight, in front of other people, possibly dude celebrities, while doing yoga.” I realized immediately, while taking off my shoes in fact, that if I stayed in this sauna and tried to do yoga, I wouldn’t get ten minutes into it before I started hollering out confessions like a sinner at a desert sweat lodge. I looked around, took three shallow breaths and said, 66 | whiteoaksclub.com | fall 2013 My friend, we’ll call her Sandy (cuz that’s her name), spoke to me in soft calming tones, like you do to a The class was led by a lovely boho-bendy yoga girl, who wears all the trendy yoga wear and jewelry. Yes, there’s jewelry...