105 degrees and still alive!

Last night I took my first forge into the world of Hot Yoga.  After the 90 minute class the teacher singled me out and announced that I had survived 105 degrees and was still alive! I am more of a back of the classroom and follow along as best I can, type of student. I went into the class with an open mind. My DW had been attending this hot yoga class for the last five or six weeks and actually seemed to be looking forward to the class each week. I figured if she can do it, so can I!

Monday nights used to lacrosse nights for me. They hopefully will be lacrosse nights for me again.  I currently am in the PUP or IR list. (Physically Unable to Perform) or (Injured Reserve). As you may have read, if you finish reading the blog each day, I was recently diagnosed with Atrial Fibrillation. This is an irregular heart rhythm. Last Wednesday they shocked my heart in an attempt to “reset” my heart rhythm.  The procedure was successful, so far.  As part of the pre/post procedure medicine regimen, I am on several medicines including blood thinners. The concern with the blood thinners and lacrosse (a contact sport even at my level) would be internal injuries that could cause fatal bleeding. Not my idea of a good time. I am off the lacrosse field until at least Thanksgiving. If the atrial fibrillation behaves, I could come off the blood thinners and return to the lacrosse field.

This frees up Monday nights to do something other than sitting on my butt watching tv.  My DW suggested I bring a beach towel to cover my mat (soak up the sweat) and a bottle of water to drink.  We walked into the room after saying hello to the instructor and the thermostat was set to 105 degrees. WOW!  My DW said not to pay attention to the number. Over the course of the 90 minutes the instructor had, at one point, turned the heat up to 108 degrees.  I guess she was feeling a chill!  I did sweat.  My heart raced with the yoga moves. The hot yoga practice apparently has a specific routine that is done in each hot yoga studio. NJ, NY, Paris or India.  If you take a hot yoga class some or most of the class will be the same. My DW said the opening and closing could be different. The middle is the same.

I am still learning. The heat was not that bad. The moves and the pace of the class reflect the heat. The toughest thing for me was that it seemed that everyone else in the class had some experience and I had none. I really had to pay attention and look around for clues as to what we were doing and how the various moves were supposed to look. Am I going back? Yes. I need the exercise.  My DW put her head on my chest when we got home to listen to my heart. She did not have her stethoscope with her last night.  She said that the hot yoga class had “not broken” my heart.  That is a good thing!

Give it a try, only you can decide. I am glad I gave it a chance.  Maybe in a few weeks my story will change, I hope not.


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