This morning I met two friends for hot yoga at a newish studio, Zenspot. Audrey (in from Monterey) and Laura were both roommates from college. We went to a 75 minute hot yoga flow class (which I much preferred over Bikram).
It's been a while since I've attended hot yoga, so I was reminded how much mental strength it takes to get through an entire class of 100+ degree temps while bending, flexing, holding and dripping away.
I walked into a class where I knew I wouldn't do everything right. I looked in the mirror and saw someone who was strong and completing the poses to the best of her sweaty ability. I took water/sweat wiping breaks when I needed them. And I was perfectly okay with it. I didn't judge others in the room, I didn't care when I couldn't stay in the pose the entire time, I simply enjoyed the detox to its fullest.
So in the spirit of the impending Valentine's holiday, my suggestion to you is: once in a while, make a date with yourself. Plop down the $20 drop in fee. Do not expect perfection. Smile.