Summer has not even officially started in the Netherlands, but it is already quite hot. I walk around in my house barefoot and in shorts, I drink a lot of water, and my appetite is low (although this morning I ate a full bowl of warm oatmeal, but this was when I came home from Ashtanga practice and I had been up and running (...) for at least 2.5 hours).
Practice was again very nice. The shala was not so crowded (maybe because of the heat? Maybe because of the day being a Monday? I don't know). I sweated. A lot. I felt sweat dripping down my face and my body. I remember reading the other time: 'Who likes to sweat? Nobody does!' Wrong, I thought. I like to sweat. Then I definitely have the feeling my system is being cleaned.
I am not afraid of the heat anymore. I think I used to be. Because I remember in summer, when it was as hot as it is now, I sometimes didn't know what to do (with myself). I was as much as I could trying to avoid the heat. I would go to air conditioned places, sit under a tree, and freak out at night when I could not sleep because of the heat.
Now I am like: Hey, it is hot outside, the sun is shining. Let's enjoy this. Yes, it is hot. So what?
I like this new approach of myself. I think yoga helped me with this one. In the shala it is always warm, even when it is cold outside. And yes, I sometimes feel a bit dizzy for a moment. And maybe that is because of the heat, but maybe it is because I am hungry, or maybe because it is early and I am tired, or because I need some more vitamin B, I don't know. But I don't worry about it, as I used to do. I just take it slow for a few seconds, and then I am fine. Always.
I took this picture yesterday on my way home