What a good deal: Groupon had 15 hot yoga classes for $25 so I thought, "Why not?" Let me tell you why not. It was 105 degrees. I was drenched in minutes. I tried watching the instructor to see what contortions I was suppose to be doing but I had become a sprinkler with flowing sweat impeding my view. In fact, it got so bad, I looked like the Trevi Fountain. It ticked me off when my classmates began tossing coins my way.
There was a 98 degree class called "Flow Yoga" so, next time, I did that. The loss of 7 degrees didn't stop the sweat from flowing out of my body at an alarming rate. The instructor had us attempt things like leaning forward, standing on one foot while the other foot was suppose to stroll somewhere near the ceiling. The leg I was perched on began to shake violently measuring close to 8.5 on the Richter Scale causing the other participants to dive for cover--or was that just another yoga move? I wouldn't know, I was the pathetic person slouched on my slick yoga mat noisily sucking down water.
When meeting up with friends afterwards, they kindly said I had a healthy reddish glow. In actuality, I believe I had had a stroke.
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