I think we can all agree that sometimes, the fear of the unknown can keep us from doing things that we know may actually be good for us. I seem to have a head as thick as a brick because I find myself experiencing this concept over and over again. When I’ve completed a task that I had to FORCE myself to do, 99% of the time I am glad that I did it. Why is it so hard to listen to my instincts? Don’t I know myself better than anyone else? When that nagging thought keeps looping over and over again saying, ‘You should really do this…..you should really do this’ why do I hesitate? It frustrates me beyond belief.
Perfect example: how long have I been talking about going to Hot Yoga? I was too embarrassed to look back to previous posts so I don’t know how many times I’ve posted about it but I do know it’s been several. I asked a couple of people about Hot Yoga last year, specifically, ‘What’s it like in there?’ My only response:
‘It’s freaking hot!’
Every time I pictured myself in Hot Yoga, I thought of one of those sweat lodges where people feel like they’re going to pass out from the heat. Denied water and any way out, the room becomes more and more intolerable with each downward facing dog. You are like a wilted plant on your mat, melting in a puddle of your own sweat. Great analogy, huh? Don’t you wish you had my creative mind? Not!
Well, I finally got off of my rear end and decided that this was the week to get in that class. Here’s the pep talk I gave myself that got me there:
In four days you won’t be able to get off of a toilet without assistance. Don’t you want to appreciate every move you can comfortably make with your body between now and then?
Good God, yes.
So, I went. And you know what? I loved the class (shocker, huh?)
Things that I wish someone had told me about Hot Yoga. If I’d known these two things, I’d have gone a long time ago:
1. For someone with Raynaud’s Syndrome (an annoying condition where your hands and feet are cold 90% of the time) a class like this is sheer bliss. The air feels like a warm blanket on a chilly night.
2. I cannot get over how much more FLEXIBLE I am in this class. No one told me that I’d be able to sink into poses that I have trouble doing in a 70 degree room.
3. It wasn’t that hot. The temperature was around 103 degrees with 30% humidity.
I am going to miss yoga a lot while I’m recovering. And the interesting thing is, I’ve been trying to find some information on when it’s safe to begin reintroducing yoga after major abdominal surgery – I cannot find anything. Weird. I know that twists and backbends are going to be out for a while, but really – I have no idea what’s safe to do and what isn’t.
Patty’s funeral was on Wednesday. It went well as far as funerals go, I guess. Her children gave me a photo that I forgot was ever taken. It was a picture of us at Patty’s 90th birthday party:
Such a good photo of her. My sweet lady.
I’ll check in with you all once more before I head off to the hospital. Have a good weekend.