Why Hot Yoga Isn't Punishment
My new article, out today: on why hot yoga isn't punishment, and a few tips for making friends with your body during a hot yoga class. This time of year especially, I want to shout this from the rooftops!!
Thanks to Yoga Trade for publishing.
Here's a little blurb:
Friends, friends: it’s that time of year.
I’ve taught Saturday and Sunday mornings for seven years now, and every December around this time folks roll into class ready to sweat out every canape and martini they half-drunkenly inhaled at the office holiday party the night before. Sometimes they’re wearing six layers of clothing in a 99-degree room so as to “detox” all the pinot and the feta and the gingerbread, armed with liters of coconut water and a couple of big towels for mopping up the evidence.
This always makes me a little bit sad.
I mean, I totally get it. I remember countless hazy, hungover twentysomething mornings spent rolling into Bikram classes feeling like I needed to do the same thing. Too many yoga practices that felt like atonement for the night before.
A decade later, as a hot yoga teacher myself, I cringe to think that my class could ever be complicit in my students’ self-abasement.
So here I am to remind you: hot yoga is not a punishment.
Read the rest here.