I passed out before even making it to the door, right into the arms of this man who I later found out was the owner of the studio- NICE TO MEET YA, BRUCE. (The 17-year-old version of yoga Jamie would have LOVED the fragile drama of that, the 23-year-old yoga Jamie? Not so much.) It was obviously absolutely humiliating, and I won’t say that I’m glad it happened, but I’m glad that I then had the opportunity to talk to this amazing man about the practice of yoga uninterrupted for about 30 minutes.

There are a million reasons in hindsight why it happened- cross training for my race, lack of adequate hydration, etc. I got to talk to Bruce about how competitive I am, not with others, but with myself, and how I probably just pushed myself too hard because I’ve done yoga before, I’ve danced for so long, I’m used to being good at this stuff. He just smiled at me and told me stories of all the different athletes who have come in and out of his studio, and smiled at a lot of things I was saying, “that’s the runner in you,” and told me that you can’t bring an ego into your practice because it will knock you right down. It’s interesting because it’s so similar yet so different from running- with running you push, you push through your mental blocks, and with yoga you do the same, but in a different way. You push within your limits for that day. Bruce told me that no one ever forgets their first class, but laughed and said that I would definitely never forget mine. He just kept saying not to let this discourage me, to take it home and come back humbled by the experience. And that’s what I did. Went home, took Saturday off from physical activity, and went back on Sunday to knock Friday’s version of Jamie out of the water and proceeded to kick some ass. And it was awesome. 


I wanted to tell this story, not because it makes me in any way seem awesome because HAH, but because ever since I wrote that post about my race I get a lot of asks from random people about athletic motivation, asking for running tips, holding yourself accountable, lots of kudos, and sometimes just thoughts from people who are really down on themselves. It’s been really very cool to be a resource for some people, but as a lady who is routinely entirely way too hard on herself, I get it, and I think I just wanted to share that I don’t always get it right the first time either.


Hydrate ‘til you diedrate, y’all. It’s time to be excellent.

I passed out before even making it to the door, right into the arms of this man who I later found out was the owner of the studio- NICE TO MEET YA, BRUCE. (The 17-year-old version of yoga Jamie would have LOVED the fragile drama of that, the 23-year-old yoga Jamie? Not so much.) It was obviously absolutely humiliating, and I won’t say that I’m glad it happened, but I’m glad that I then had the opportunity to talk to this amazing man about the practice of yoga uninterrupted for about 30 minutes.

There are a million reasons in hindsight why it happened- cross training for my race, lack of adequate hydration, etc. I got to talk to Bruce about how competitive I am, not with others, but with myself, and how I probably just pushed myself too hard because I’ve done yoga before, I’ve danced for so long, I’m used to being good at this stuff. He just smiled at me and told me stories of all the different athletes who have come in and out of his studio, and smiled at a lot of things I was saying, “that’s the runner in you,” and told me that you can’t bring an ego into your practice because it will knock you right down. It’s interesting because it’s so similar yet so different from running- with running you push, you push through your mental blocks, and with yoga you do the same, but in a different way. You push within your limits for that day. Bruce told me that no one ever forgets their first class, but laughed and said that I would definitely never forget mine. He just kept saying not to let this discourage me, to take it home and come back humbled by the experience. And that’s what I did. Went home, took Saturday off from physical activity, and went back on Sunday to knock Friday’s version of Jamie out of the water and proceeded to kick some ass. And it was awesome.

I wanted to tell this story, not because it makes me in any way seem awesome because HAH, but because ever since I wrote that post about my race I get a lot of asks from random people about athletic motivation, asking for running tips, holding yourself accountable, lots of kudos, and sometimes just thoughts from people who are really down on themselves. It’s been really very cool to be a resource for some people, but as a lady who is routinely entirely way too hard on herself, I get it, and I think I just wanted to share that I don’t always get it right the first time either.

Hydrate ‘til you diedrate, y’all. It’s time to be excellent.


  1. titlesareasbadaslabels666 said: Passing out is the worst! I hope you’re feeling better!
  2. zachthemusician said: Team Diedration 4 lyfe!
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