Another day, another hot yoga class. But today our studio was celebrating the International Day of Yoga, and we got to bring a guest. Naturally, I invited the person who originally got me started with the hot yoga class, or at least the idea of it. It was good to see her and reconnect over our common appreciation for 104 degree F rooms with 60% humidity. It’s not that big a club, truth be told.

Class itself was as expected, left feeling utterly amazing. For those counting at home, that is 48 hot classes and three ashtanga classes, and 2 restorative classes. (And maybe on Yin? Can’t remember). But I have taken enough this spring to feel some of the results. As in some of my clothing fits different. And I crave water all the time.

Namaste.