The Memoirs of a Yoga Virgin.
The Memoirs of a Yoga Virgin. I have a love-hate relationship with my new found obsession...yoga. I must confess that I'm not quite sure why I'm there. I have many reasons, but frequently, in that moment of zen, I open my eyes wide (everyone else's is closed) , and ask myself, "Now why am I here?" Exactly one month and 20 sessions ago, I walked into a yoga studio, a virgin. I was a yoga virgin. I immediately loved being there, as the studio smelled of eucalyptus and I got to do something physical without shoes. This was a big WIN. I hate all forms of workout shoes (and workouts), so my heart was singing as I had found my space. This particular studio offers Hot Yoga. Okay, I'm in. If cold yoga is good, Hot has to be better. So, alone, with about 30 new found friends I ventured into a room that literally took my breath away. It was 105 degrees and I moved slowly and hesitantly around the room, looking for a breath of fresh, cool air