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| - My first class at Hot Yoga on Crowfoot was at 8:30 on Saturday morning, a time that I usually reserve for indulging in varying doses of Advil, Gatorade, and regret. However, my 90 minutes with Amber Rotar were so challenging, so relaxing, and so blissful that I'm considering permanently swapping my weekend eggs benny and gossip for organic pinto bean pancakes and sweat. Profound changes, coming my way.
Because I'm a first-timer at this studio, I opted to pay the extra $9 to get a 1-week unlimited pass - a bangin' deal, since the drop-in rate is $17.
Hot Yoga on Crowfoot looks like most yoga studios - clean, modern, and peaceful - and the staff are friendly and efficient. But there are two things about this place that take it from Bridesmaid to Bride: (1) amazing instruction, and (2) Chilled. Lemongrass. Towels.
There was a time in my life where I was doing hot yoga 2-3x per week, but that was about 7 years ago. I have done it a handful of times since then but have never been able to really reconnect with it until Amber's soothing voice and gentle instruction lifted me up like a gaddam PHOENIX FROM THE ASHES. I wish I could pinpoint a specific thing that she said or did, but I was too busy being in a state of bliss to really focus on anything other than how amazing my experience was. The girl's got skills. I'm booked for a class with Kathy Zorzit tomorrow and expect that it will be a similar mind-melting experience.
Which brings me to my second point; nothing cools a hot yoga mind-melt like a chilled lemongrass towel, draped gently across your eyes as you lie in savasana and try not to weep with satisfaction. It's a totally unnecessary and totally freaking amazing way to wind down and make the session memorable; a real cherry-on-top.
Did I mention that Amber is wonderful? Ya. She is.
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