The 8 am Sunday class is packed, more so than usual. The combination of those doing the 30 day challenge plus all of the newbies with their new years resolutions is good for business. At least 60 students are crammed into the hot room, mat to mat with no space in between. An old Police song pops into my mind as I lay on my mat waiting for class to start, “packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes”.
Today was a challenge, mentally more so than physically. Some days the 90 minutes fly by, not today. I just wasn’t feeling it and the last half hour of class, during the floor series, I struggle to keep going. Most days I enjoy the heat, I welcome the heat and the sweat it brings, its cleansing, like working out inside a sweat lodge. I even find myself craving that feeling when I’m not in class but not today. Today the heat feels oppressive and I seem to sweat even more so than usual, if that’s possible. I power through to the end and try not to think that this is day 11 and I still have 19 days to go, oh no.