I was at the church office when a lady came in with fliers for a month of unlimited hot yoga for $20. Not one to pass up a bargain I went in for classes. I have to say that Hot Yoga is an intense workout.  I always leave dripping with sweat and smelling like an unwashed Woll cap.

During the class my heart is pounding like the accelerator of a malfunctioning Toyota. According to the instructors, who are adamant about the whole no talking during class rule, one session of hot yoga can burn 1200 calories in 90 minutes, something that I could definitely use.

I never knew that stretching could make me feel like such a little girl, but some of the poses make my legs shake like Elian Gonzales hiding from Federal agents in a closet.

There is one pose which I hate more than any other, and it is called the rabbit pose. If I ran a hot yoga studio I would name it the “Angry Wind Tunnel” because it always causes rather unpleasant side effects from the way your body twists and bends.

There is a pose called “The Camel Pose” which the instructor says will release toxins. I had no idea that it would release toxins right now. It was quite embarrassing to be the only guy in the class when my toxins were released in a room that was heated to 105 with humidity.

After a month of going as often as I could, I noticed a definite change in my flexibility and ability to stand in a hot room, something I am sure will help me somewhere down the line.

For those of you who would mock me for going to Hot Yoga, all I can say is come to a class with me. If you make it without running out of the room crying, then you are free to mock me all you want.