For me, hot yoga wasn’t love at first sight, it was impact at first sight.
By the time I returned home after my first class, the only thought running through my mind was:
Wow, that was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. When’s the next class?
That’s how alive yoga made me feel. I slept the sleep of the just that night. Because this new practice wasn’t merely romanticism inside my head, it was real world application inside my body.
Kind of like dating. Instead of the usual infatuation, addiction and codependency that governed my past relationships, yoga was good old fashion healthy compatibility. Yoga and me were simply good fits for each other.
Which brings up an interesting question for every student.
What kind of relationship do you have with your practice?
Scott Ginsberg is a writer, daily practitioner and work study volunteer at Bikram Yoga Park Slope.