At 6:45 a.m. my friend Laura and I went to Down Dog Yoga in Georgetown. Down Dog is a Baptiste style yoga studio that cranks the heat to 95 degrees and has around 50% humidity to enhance a yogi’s bendy practice. I immediately started to sweat and within 15 minutes of class starting I had a puddle forming on my mat. The sweat eventually dripped into my eyes, ears and mouth; each salty drop was met with a contentment. The happiness was not only because I would be done sweating for the day before 8 a.m., rather it was the reflecting on the first time I timidly stepped into that studio two years ago with no yoga background- terrified of power yoga, yogi’s and tight clothing. Today I boasted strong backbends, powerful warrior’s and comfortably sported a tight shirt while practicing next to a peaceful friend. The way that life changes over time truly astouds me.
After practice finished, I quickly made my way home to say goodbye to my family and get on the road to Ohio. Mike and I finally pulled into his parent’s driveway after eight hours on the road and the threat of treacherous driving conditions the last two hours. It looks like tomorrow’s workout might include some playing in the snow or at least shoveling the driveway a few times throughout the day. OH (IO), how I missed you!!