Hot Hot Hot

    So, I decided to change things up a bit for this little blog post and tell you about a new thing I have been into for the past several months.  Hot YOGA!  I have never really been a huge fan of yoga.  I have done regular yoga in the past because people in my past had done it,  but it never really clicked with me.  All the holding of poses and contortionism.  It just was more painful than fun for me. 
   Well, several months ago my friend Janette invited me to go for a free hot yoga class.  I was a bit skeptical at first, but decided to give it a go.  My first class I had one towel and decided I wanted to wear a tank top in so as not to be distracted by my body not looking the way I want it to, silly I know,  in any event I had not clue how much sweat would be pouring out of me.  I reached down during one pose and squeezed my shirt and it was like turning a facet on.  Then by the end of class there was a literal puddle underneath me.  I could splash in the water on my mat.  Haha.  After that I decided to bring more towels and wear less clothing. 
    The other challenge to hot yoga is the shower situation after.  At the conclusion of class the teacher is going through final calming words and ends the class with Namaste .  Well, once that word is said I learned to quickly get up and sprint to the shower.  I made a mistake one of the first times of  taking my time and relaxing my way out, I ended up in a nudist colony that is the mens restroom.  Most of the guys that go during the times I do are older gentlemen.  I admire them being active and doing these classes that are really challenging.  I don’t admire the fact that they seem to be totally ok with flaunting their wrinkled bits and pieces about for the world to see.  They will even wait for a shower to open completely naked.  No towel or anything.  More power to them I guess, but for pete’s sake please cover up at least some of  yourself.  The mental pictures haunt my dreams!
    Then comes the even more embarrassing moment when you realize you perhaps should have gone to the restroom before class started.  Not to dive into potty humor here, but it is a real life issue that I feel my readers need to know.  I can be a bit of a gaseous man.  Well, if I am not proactive in releasing this pressure before class it will inevitably come out at some point during.  This is especially precarious when you think that any gas release will become an atom bomb of destruction thanks to the extreme heat.  I was in a child‘s pose and realized that some gas was going to need to be let go.  I let what I felt was a little bit out.  Next thing you know Im choking on my own stank.  I am trying to not draw attention to myself and then I notice the people faces around me.  Glances of disgust are thrown but surprisingly not at me, the source of their torment.  They are all under the assumption that it is the older gentlemen next to me.  I chuckle internally as I think to myself  “ that’s payback for tormenting me with your nudity in the locker room!”. 
     The funny stories could go on and on. I think that is why I have enjoyed these classes so much.  You just never know what you are going to experience. Aside from the awesome stretching and the relaxation you can achieve through class,  you get to have a laugh at the quirky and unexpected events that will more than likely take place. So take a change and go to hot yoga my friends.  If nothing else it will provide a good story to share with others.