핫요가를 할 때의 내 심정을 비슷하게 묘사하는 구절을 찾았다.

Seven Seasons in Siena by Robert Rodi

시카고의 한 작가가 Siena, Italy 를 몇차례 방문하며 그 지역과 현지인들의 고집스러운 전통을 그린 에세이.
그 중 작가가 부엌에서 빵 써는 일을 도우며 흘리는 땀을 묘사하는 부분에 크게 공감:


I was sweating profusely before; now it's as though I'm made of wax. Sweat runs into my ears and down my neck. It collects in the little V beneath my lower back. It moistens my socks inside my shoes. When I shift my footing, I squish. And beneath my feet is a virtual pond; it must look as if I've wet my pants over and over . . . I put down the knife and try to pull myself together. Panicking isn't going to help. I force myself to relax my shoulder muscles and take a few deep breaths. I remind myself that the sweat glands are the body's own air-conditioning system. Sweat is what cools us down when we're overheated. Sweat is our friend. Soon I will have regaind my equilibrium, and I will feel perfectly fine . . .  Twenty minutes pass, and screw that science shit, IT'S NOT WORKING.


요가를 하며 마음의 평정을 찾아야 되는 것이 맞지만 핫요가는 도저히 불가능.


(Photo: 수분이 부족할 때 사과, 파슬리, 당근, 우유를 갈아 마심.)