Yoga: Of First Times and Beach Trips


I started my yoga practice 3 years ago when a friend recommended I try a de-stressing exercise to help me recover from a shattering break up. I was physically and mentally unfit to do any exercise then but I still managed to put on my game face and just went.

I can never forget my first class. It was hot yoga in a room heated up to 39 degrees (or maybe more). I went in my black leggings (the only pair I had) and a t-shirt on a scorching summer afternoon.

To say that I struggled is an understatement.

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