I didn’t come to YogaVenue because I wanted to do Yoga; I came because I missed the ritual and relaxation of the weekly steam bath that I’d got used to while living abroad. A hot Yoga class might, I thought, offer the heat and humidity I wanted so much. 90 minutes listening to an instructor and doing some postures would just be a trade-off, a deal I’d have to do in order to have a proper, sauna-style sweat.
A year and a half after that first class, and I’m still a beginner, who happens to be taking three classes a week. Although I don’t feel noticeably more flexible, my body – and my mind – have started changing. I think a lot about Yoga, and even – sometimes – dream about it.
I had no idea when I walked into that first Hot 26 class what might happen. And now I have no idea how Yoga may fit into my life in another year’s time. All I know is that right now, in all its forms, Yoga puzzles, delights, and challenges me, and I’ll be exploring this on a weekly basis through this blog series.