LIVE LOVE SWEAT!
On Monday night I took my post partum body along with me to Love Hot Yoga, Guernsey’s newest yoga studio. Entering the mother womb like tent we went through some flows and sweated a lot, together. Yes, it feels like Guernsey is Hershel’s farm (from the Walking Dead, Season One). We can all come together in lycra and stretch ourselves out, without a sexual predator in speedos in sight (ref. Bikram yoga founder). This is surreal. It was honest, easy, challenging, difficult, sublime and relaxing in equal measures. The host of Love Hot Yoga was easy going, unpretentious, smooth, natural and put everybody at ease whilst at the same time taking us through a difficult yoga session. I slept the best I had in a very long time afterwards. I have also been upping my running kilometres this week and have already clocked just under 15K – a bonus! I hate stretching properly after exercise so I hope that this class will be a weekly occurrence.
When I moved to Guernsey just over a decade ago, I had never even heard of it. Lucky my mum’s hairdresser had lived there and parted two great gems of wisdom about the island 1)Everybody knows everybody else’s business, and 2) Everybody is sh*gging everybody else. I mean I wish I knew everybody else’s dirty laundry secrets and my life routine since having a child dispels half of that! Yet here we are, attending sweaty yoga classes in a confined space during a global pandemic. Yes, we are all the children of Rick Grimes now. I have set my expectations for the pandemic lasting five years and that our Bailiwick bubble may likely burst suddenly and at any time.
“Hope for the best, plan for the worst.” Jack Reacher