This evening I tried Hot Yoga for the very first time. By “hot” I mean 95 degrees hot. If you know me at all you know that I hate the heat. I keep my thermostat at a brisk 65 degrees (if not lower), and break a sweat when it’s only 72 degrees with no humidity outside. Thank goodness I don’t have to endure those steamy Virginia summers anymore. Why? might you ask would I put myself into a 95 degree room to do yoga? Well, I’ve been wanting to get into Yoga (it’s on my 30 Before 30 list) and I’ve read and heard of the great detox benefits of steamy hot yoga so figured I’d give it a try. It was fabulous and miserable all at the same time. I was stretching muscles I didn’t know I have, trying quite unsuccessfully to get myself into positions I didn’t know were possible and sweating out of places that I didn’t know could sweat. I swear I saw beads of sweat coming straight out my shins. My shins!! It was quite an experience and I highly recommend it. As my tank & shorts hang in the bathroom to dry (yes they were 100% soaked thru, gross I know) and my body is already feeling sore from the craziness I put it through today, I’m already looking on the schedule for the next class I’m going to attend. Have you tried hot yoga lately?