She was all like, "Put your foot above your head, fully extend, blah, blah, blah." I was all like, "Be right back! Gotta go pee!" and "I think I hear the drier buzzing!"
A couple of times I was all...
I cranked the heater up to 85 so I could experience the whole "hot yoga" thang.
But, then I was all, "Meng Foong, I'm dyin' he-ya! I...can't...breathe!"
And, she was all, "I'll give you something to cry about! Tighten those glutes! Why is your body shaking so hard? Concentrate! Concentrate! Concentrate!"
I survived the ordeal. I've had a big sang-wich. Now, I'm thinking chocolate and a nap. I've never felt more alive.
*For those of you who don't "know me," I totally did not actually do the yoga. I did, however, watch Meng Foong very closely. I'm still working up a sweat just thinking about all that bending and stretching.