A Series of Firsts: Dead Seal Pose
This post is part of a new series called “A Series of Firsts,” which chronicles my endeavors to make myself and my life more interesting.
After months of apprehension coupled with curiosity, I decided to take the plunge and try hot yoga.
Class was Saturday evening, and ever prepared for catastrophe, I began hydrating on Sunday. As it got closer to the day, I avoided coffee and alcohol, focusing instead on water, juice, tea, and more water.
Saturday afternoon rolled around and I packed up my bag with the biggest towel known to humankind, a couple of bottles of water, and a yoga mat. Ryan arrived and we walked to Yoga to the People, a lovely little establishment here in the neighborhood with prices that can only be described as irresistible.
The instructor was an endearingly energetic woman who assured me that I could (and should) take as many breaks as needed throughout the class. I had hoped I would last longer than the twenty-minute warm-up before needing to lie down and get my bearings, but suddenly I realized her voice was sounding farther and farther (and still farther) away. I laid down on my mat before I fell down. Crisis averted!
The real treat of the evening was when we positioned ourselves into what I like to call the dead seal pose. Lying on my stomach with my arms tucked alongside my body, I gazed into my eyes in the mirror ahead of me. I couldn’t help but notice that the only thing that differentiated me from a big, blubbery seal was a pair of navy-blue running shorts, soaked through with sweat.
What did I learn from this experience? It really is as intense (and intensely sweaty) as people say it is. And totally worth it.