But a few months ago, I found a local yoga studio that had hot yoga. As in the kind “he who must not be named” designed with the 2 breathing exercises and 26 poses. The studio had a special, forty dollars for all the classes you could go to for a month. I paid my forty dollars, thinking I would try them all. I went to every hot class that month, then entered a card number for a monthly membership starting the following month. So much for running. At least not this summer.

Yes, I do want to run again. But I also want to see what happens if I keep this up a few months.

A “tiny experiment” if you will. I will attend at least 4 hot yoga classes each week for the next 60 days.

This is kind of a cheating pact. I have been going to at least 4 classes a week since April, so that has been a little over 60 days already. But I am adding a new piece. I will attend at least 4 hot yoga classes a week and blog about it afterwards. For the next 60 days. Because I need to learn in public, right? Even if public just means an old blog that no one will read. But I don’t feel like messing with Medium or Substack at the moment. I just want to go to yoga and then journal the experience.

Like last night. By 6:30, on a federal holiday/paid day off, the last thing I wanted to do was change into my stinky leggings and go to sweat for 60 minutes. But I did. And afterwards, lying on my back in corpse pose, I knew I made the right choice. Hot yoga is the one thing that no matter what, I never feel like I wasted my time. Even if I never get my standing head to knee pose beyond standing on one leg while holding my knee. (I’m lying, I’m not even there yet.)

Even if when everyone grabs their props, I stand next to the biggest prop of all – the side wall. Even if I can only plank 30 of the 60 seconds.

Never a waste of time, and in fact, I always feel better afterwards than beforehand. Not sure I could ever say that about a long run.