The instructor was a very fit, brunette, Russian woman who looked like Linda Hamilton from T2. For the first part of the class I tried to keep up. If any of my classmates, or more likely me, made a mistake she quickly called us out and said “What are you doing, sit down and watch.” Her firm was strict, loud and with a Russian accent. She was Anna Chapman in a leotard out to verbally intimidate lazy inflexible American men with bad backs. Have you ever attended a function where the regular attendees knew when you should stand, sit or say certain things? Hot yoga was like that, except the room was 110 degrees, my eyes were stinging with sweat and Sarah Connor was putting a room full of Skynet employees through the ringer. Halfway through the class my head was spinning, body was pulsing and I knew that if I kept doing anything active I’d pass out. I also knew that I shouldn’t leave the room or look at the clock-passing out is much worse than those two things, so I just sat down.

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