With summer being just around the corner I thought a good date would be something active, something to promote getting in shape, and something new. I know, “let’s try hot yoga!”
If you’ve never done hot yoga, let me just tell you, it’s got “hot” in the title for a reason.
Well, we’re both active people and in relatively good shape, so I didn’t think it would be that hard. Yoga is basically stretching, right? Wrong.
I should have seen it coming when we first got to the studio. This wasn’t one of your fancy franchised studios, this was a legit yoga studio independently owned by someone who lives and breathes yoga all day every day. When we walked in, everyone there seemed like they’d been stretching for hours, and this was just in the waiting room. I immediately felt my nerves pulse. I guess I didn’t get the memo that I should have worn a sports bra and the smallest and tightest shorts I owned. Not to mention, people had actual gallons of water for this class we were about to take. I guess my water bottle wasn’t going to be enough…Good thing we both had the ability to laugh at ourselves, because boy did we need it.
The first 20 minutes weren’t terrible. Granted, I was sweating in places I didn’t know I could sweat, but my date was too. By minute 35 all of our water was finished. By minute 36, my date was laying on the floor sweating. No longer moving, just sweating. I, on the other hand, could no longer keep quiet. I was laughing hysterically, which of course was disrupting those next to us (in the back row), but even worse, was just making me sweat more. Needless to say, I spent minutes 37-45 lying on the floor as well. Giggling and sweating and watching the clock.
Once the class ended I didn’t know what to expect. Was there going to be an awkward goodbye (and secret, let’s never see each other again, I cannot believe you made me do this with you)? I hoped not. I’m someone who really enjoys new experiences and I’d already it would be a huge dealbreaker for someone to not have an open mind to step outside comfort zone. I’d actually set a Dealbreaker for anyone not into being active with me. Anyway, imagine my joy when the yoga class ended with laughter from the both of us and a walk to get frozen yogurt a few blocks away. At that point, what I really wanted was a cheeseburger, but frozen yogurt was a close second.
This person was really cool and clearly enjoyed my company. Since we both were in desperate need of a shower, and definitely not looking our best, I was really able to see that they could look past physical characteristics and get to know me. Aside from meshing on our love for being active and healthy, we also both loved frozen yogurt, dogs, Grey’s Anatomy, the ocean, and a good steak.
Sure enough, we were able to schedule another date. This time we both agreed it would be something that didn’t require sweat towels and gallons of water. I’m pretty sure that if I could, I would make “I am hot yoga obsessed” a Dealbreaker. I’ll stick to running for now.
