1) At $79 a month for unlimited Hot Yoga sessions, it is far cheaper than therapy and/or Prozac!
2) The 105+ degree, quiet, dark yoga studio is not only calming and peaceful to be in, the profuse sweating and exercise combinations have eliminated those little flappy arm “wave” wings in under a month. My rear end has returned to it’s previous elevation. My thighs are like rocks. And you’ll just have to believe me when I tell you my abs, yes MY ABS, have re-appeared after spending years going incognito as “baby fat!”
3) The feeling of deep relaxation one enjoys during and after class cannot be beat – legally.
SO, what’s the downside? (There’s only one!)
As of three days ago, there’s a large buffoon in WAY TOO SHORT shorts (more like a thong) with really bad B.O. who insists on setting up his mat near mine for some reason. The smell is bad enough. Talk about distracting one from peaceful thoughts! Add in the constant tugging and “re-arranging” of man parts that are being squeezed into wedgie shorts that would snugly fit, well, me; it’s enough to put the cabash on all possibility of relaxation. Did I mention that he envisions himself a yoga master and feels no compunction to follow the teacher in the positions the rest of the class is practicing? Aaaaargh.
So, we’ve got B.O., miniscule shorts that must be adjusted ad nauseum to return testicles and what-not to a somewhat covered state, and, the topper, practicing his own shaky and off-balance yoga positions when the teacher is instructing us in the correct positions!
One month of pure calm and joy has been ruined by three straight days of this lunkhead who does not wear enough deodorant or clothing.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Not to worry. I will alter my yoga schedule to accomodate his! We won’t be practicing at the same times from here on out. I will simply change my behavior – with a smile. If you know me, you will know that a miracle has occured here! But with the daily practice of Hot Yoga, remaining pleasant in the face of B.O., dangling testicles, and boorish behavior is now no sweat.
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Barb,
Uh… does this apply to me too?
Ronn.
No, you still tick me off with your constant bragging and gloating about firearm proficiency.
I used to go to Sat. a.m. yoga at LA Fitness in Ft. Lauderdale but not anymore. Our class immediately followed an aerobics class which left literally puddles of sweat all over the floor. We were actually expected to come right in and lay our mats down! I waited for someone else to say something but to no avail, so I did. After a few minutes, someone came in with the filthiest mop I’ve ever seen and proceeded to “clean up”. I stayed but felt angry the whole time which of course defeated the whole purpose of the yoga session. The following week rolled around, and the same thing happened. I went directly to the manager who preceded to be very supportive by bringing over someone to “clean” the floor with the same filthy mop!!! we had just discussed. I stayed again. The following week, they were cleaning it on their own without my telling them (w/same discusting mop). The next week they didn’t do anything so I quit-the gym, everything. How disgusting is that???
UGH! Would have totally ruined it for me as well.
This is hilarious. I’m sorry I missed it earlier.