Weather patterns in the Adirondacks are mercurial at best. Yesterday it was 55 degrees and sunny. The snow piles were running, and my students were sporting tee-shirts. Look what I brought on my field trip!
Today, I woke up to a veritable blizzard as proven by the view from my kitchen window (hey, don’t judge my hoarding of glass jars):
With my taste for spring peaked and snow swirling around outside, I decided: I’m going to hot yoga!! I’ve been dying to try bikram for a few months now, ever since a place opened up in town. But, given my busy schedule and the fact that bikram is expensive, I’ve held off. Today, I wasn’t having it (it, being the SNOW, of course). I made myself a filling breakfast of apple pie oatmeal. Into the mix: ½ cup oatmeal, ½ cup TJ’s Spiced Apples, 1 rounded (tea)spoonful of almond butter, and a dash of almond milk), filled up a couple of water bottles, threw a larabar in my backpack, and headed off to hot yoga here.
Oh my word, I think I’ve fallen in love. Bikram was SO wonderful. I think I sweat off about 10 pounds.
By the end of the 90 minutes Within 5 minutes of entering the 107 degree room, I was dripping with sweat, and it felt amazing – totally detoxifying. My kneecaps were sweating, no joke, and my fingers were prunes by the end of class. I felt a lot more limber in the heat, limber enough, in fact, to hold Camel pose (eww, eww, I hate this one) for more than 2 seconds. It was weird to look at my shoulders and see about a million beads of sweat and then look out the window and see snow drifts. I felt, momentarily, as though I had outwitted Mother Nature….until my car got stuck in the parking lot on the way out. After class, I drank about 4 gallons of water and refueled with a larabar before running some errands. I stopped by the grocery store to pick up some fruit and a package of sushi (I was craving it). Still sweating after my detour at Price Chopper, I decided I’d had enough of the heat – I guess I’m a bit fickle too – and went for a brisk 4.5-5 mile walk around Mirror Lake and through town. Before I started, I had four pieces of my salmon sushi roll. I guess I must have sweat out a bunch of calories, because I was s-t-a-r-v-i-n-g. After an hour and a half of intense yoga and an hour of very fast walking, I came home and served myself the rest of the sushi roll + a handful of (undocumented) blue chips.
Now, I’m settling in for an afternoon of baking projects, laundry, and school work. Once again, JO and I are on opposite schedules, so I’m having a quiet afternoon at home. Ciao!