glutton for torture

Yesterday my friend Juliet and I decided to meet at 8:00am to try out a new Yoga studio (note: this was 8:00am on a Saturday morning, that gets me extra points right?). Aside from the instructor introducing us as newbies, it was pretty obvious. I entered the 107.5 degree room (no exaggeration here) and experienced a few seconds of adjustment. This type of yoga ( I forget the name) is done in high heat to sweat more and have warmer muscles. A half an hour into the class I ran to the bathroom to throw-up....had the bathroom not been air conditioned, I think I would have. But my body cooled down and I felt better, so I returned to the 107.5 room to finish the second half.....at the one hour mark I started to get excited that we were going to finish soon, but she kept teaching, and kept teaching, then it hit me, the class is 1.5 hours ...but I am a warrior (one of my favorite poses) and finished this class, and plan to go back on Monday. I am hoping to not feel like barfing. Oh ya, the others in the class.....there was one guy wearing only short-shorts, bald and shiny, I saw big drops of sweat dripping off of him (gross). There were a couple other hippies in the class who were not one bit shy at making the weird breathing noises and also not shy about some noised I think were farts. I am very sore this mornings, my husband thinks that is funny since it was just "Yoga", I would pay him a million bucks to last through the class...as soon as he felt the heat he would turn around and leave.

Barf