Yoga mat for sale. Used once at lunch hour class in November 2011. Usage timeline as follows:
11:45am
Register for Bikram Yoga class. Infinite wisdom tells me to commit to 5 class package and purchase a yoga mat. I pay $89.74. Money well spent, I smugly confirm to myself.
11:55am
Open door to yoga room. A gush of hot dry air rushes through and past me. It smells of breath, sweat and heat. Take spot on floor in back of room next to cute blonde. We will date.
11:57am
I feel the need to be as near to naked as possible. This is a problem because of the hot blonde to my left and our pending courtship. She will not be pleased to learn that I need to lose 30 pounds before I propose to her.
11:58am
The shirt and sweats have to come off. I throw caution to the wind and decide to rely on my wit and conditioning to overcome any weight problems my future fiancée may take issue with. Note that this will take a lot of wit and conditioning.
11:59am
Begin small talk with my bride-to-be. She pretends to ignore me, but I know how she can be. I allow her to concentrate and stare straight ahead and continue to pretend that I don't exist. As we finish sharing our special moment, I am suddenly aware of a sweat mustache that has formed below my nose. This must be from the all the whispering between us.
12:00pm
Instructor enters the room and ascends her special podium at the front of the room. She is a slight, very agitated Chinese woman. She introduces me to the class and everyone turns around to greet me just as I decide to aggressively adjust my penis and testes packed in my Under Armour. My bride is notably unfazed.
12:02pm
Since I do have experience with Bikram Yoga (4 sessions just 5 short years ago) I fully consider that I may be so outstanding and skilled that my instructor may call me out and ask me to help guide the class. My bride will look on with a sparkle in her eye. We will make love after class.
12:10pm
It is now up to 95 degrees in the room. We have been practicing deep breathing exercises for the last 8 minutes. This would not be a problem if we were all breathing actual, you know, oxygen. Instead, we are breathing each other's body odor, expelled carbon dioxide and other unmentionables. (Don't worry, I'll mention them later).
12:26pm
It is now 100 degrees and I take notice of the humidity, which is hovering at about 90%. I feel the familiar adoring stare of my bride and decide to look back at her. She appears to be nauseated. I then realize that I forgot to brush my teeth prior to attending this class. We bond.
12:33pm
It is now 110 degrees and 95% humidity. I am balancing on one leg with the other leg crossed over the first. My arms are intertwined and I am squatting. The last time I was in this position was 44 years ago in the womb, but I'm in this for the long haul. My wife looks slightly weathered, dripping sweat, and her eyeliner is streaming down her face. Well, 'for better or worse' is what we committed to so I'll press on.
12:40pm
The overweight man two spots over has sweat running down his legs. At least I hope it's sweat. He is holding every position and has not had a sip of water since we walked in. He is making me look bad. I hate him.
12:44pm
I consider that if anyone in this room farted that we would all certainly perish.
12:52pm
It is now 140 degrees and 100% humidity. I am covered from head to toe in sweat. There is not a square millimeter on my body that is not slippery and sweaty. I am so slimy that I feel like a sea lion or maybe a sea eel. Not even a bear trap could hold me. The sweat is stinging my eyeballs and I can no longer see.
12:55pm
This room stinks of asparagus, cloves, tuna and tacos. Note that there is no food in the room. I realize that this is an amalgamation of the body odors of 30 people in a 140 degree room for the last 55 minutes. Seriously, enough with the asparagus, ok?
1:01pm
140 degrees and 130% humidity. Look, bitch, I need my space here so don't get all pissy with me if I accidentally sprayed you with sweat as I flipped over. Seriously, is that where this relationship is going? Get over yourself. We need counselling and she needs to be medicated. Stat!
1:09pm
150 degrees and cloudy. And hot. I can no longer move my limbs on my own. I have given up on attempting any of the commands this Chinese chick is yelling out at us. I will lay sedentary until the paramedics arrive. I swear I will buy this building and then have it destroyed. I lose consciousness.
1:15pm
I have a headache and my wife is being a selfish bitch. I can't really breathe. All I can think about is that I'm holding a cup worth of hot sand in my mouth. I cannot remember what an ice cube is, nor what snow looks like. I consider that my only escape might be a crab walk across 15 bodies and then out of the room. I note that since I am paralyzed, and may never walk again, the whole crab walk thing is pretty much fu¢ked.
1:17pm
I cannot move at all and cannot reach my water. Is breathing voluntary or involuntary? If it's voluntary, I am screwed. I stopped participating in the class 20 minutes ago. Hey, lady! I paid for this frickin' class, ok?! You work for me! Stop yelling at everyone and just tell us a story or something. Like, it's juice and cracker time, ok?
1:20pm
It is now 165 degrees and moisture is dripping from the ceiling. The towel that I am laying on is no longer providing any wicking or drying properties. It is actually placing additional sweat on me as I touch it. My towel reeks. I cannot identify the smell, but no way can it be coming from me. Did someone wipe their ass with my towel or something?
1:30pm
Torture session is over. I wish hateful things upon the instructor. She graciously allows us to stay and 'cool down' in the room. It is 175 degrees. Who cools down in 175 degrees? A Komodo Dragon? My wife has left the room. Probably to throw up.
1:34pm
My opportunity to escape has arrived. I roll over to my stomach and press up to my knees. It is warmer as I rise up from ground level - probably by 15 degrees or so. So let's conservatively say it's 190. I muster my final energy and slowly rise. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Towards the door. Towards freedom.
1:37pm
The temperature in the lobby is 72 degrees. Both my nipples stiffen to diamond strength and my penis begins to retract into my abdomen from the 100 degree temperature swing. I can once again breathe, although, so I am pleased. I spot my future ex-wife in the lobby. We had such a good thing going but I know that no measure of counseling will be able to unravel the day's turmoil and mental scarring.
1:47pm
Arrive at the local smoothie bar and proceed to order extra large beverage. 402 calories, 10 grams of fat and 14 grams of protein - effectively negating any caloric burn or benefit from the last 90 minutes. I finish it in 3 minutes and spend the next 2 hours writing this memoir.
3:47pm
Create Craigslist ad while burning final 2 grams of protein from smoothie and before the 'shakes' consume my body.
4:29pm
Note to self - check car for missing wet yoga towel in am.
:facepalm:
Will
11:45am
Register for Bikram Yoga class. Infinite wisdom tells me to commit to 5 class package and purchase a yoga mat. I pay $89.74. Money well spent, I smugly confirm to myself.
11:55am
Open door to yoga room. A gush of hot dry air rushes through and past me. It smells of breath, sweat and heat. Take spot on floor in back of room next to cute blonde. We will date.
11:57am
I feel the need to be as near to naked as possible. This is a problem because of the hot blonde to my left and our pending courtship. She will not be pleased to learn that I need to lose 30 pounds before I propose to her.
11:58am
The shirt and sweats have to come off. I throw caution to the wind and decide to rely on my wit and conditioning to overcome any weight problems my future fiancée may take issue with. Note that this will take a lot of wit and conditioning.
11:59am
Begin small talk with my bride-to-be. She pretends to ignore me, but I know how she can be. I allow her to concentrate and stare straight ahead and continue to pretend that I don't exist. As we finish sharing our special moment, I am suddenly aware of a sweat mustache that has formed below my nose. This must be from the all the whispering between us.
12:00pm
Instructor enters the room and ascends her special podium at the front of the room. She is a slight, very agitated Chinese woman. She introduces me to the class and everyone turns around to greet me just as I decide to aggressively adjust my penis and testes packed in my Under Armour. My bride is notably unfazed.
12:02pm
Since I do have experience with Bikram Yoga (4 sessions just 5 short years ago) I fully consider that I may be so outstanding and skilled that my instructor may call me out and ask me to help guide the class. My bride will look on with a sparkle in her eye. We will make love after class.
12:10pm
It is now up to 95 degrees in the room. We have been practicing deep breathing exercises for the last 8 minutes. This would not be a problem if we were all breathing actual, you know, oxygen. Instead, we are breathing each other's body odor, expelled carbon dioxide and other unmentionables. (Don't worry, I'll mention them later).
12:26pm
It is now 100 degrees and I take notice of the humidity, which is hovering at about 90%. I feel the familiar adoring stare of my bride and decide to look back at her. She appears to be nauseated. I then realize that I forgot to brush my teeth prior to attending this class. We bond.
12:33pm
It is now 110 degrees and 95% humidity. I am balancing on one leg with the other leg crossed over the first. My arms are intertwined and I am squatting. The last time I was in this position was 44 years ago in the womb, but I'm in this for the long haul. My wife looks slightly weathered, dripping sweat, and her eyeliner is streaming down her face. Well, 'for better or worse' is what we committed to so I'll press on.
12:40pm
The overweight man two spots over has sweat running down his legs. At least I hope it's sweat. He is holding every position and has not had a sip of water since we walked in. He is making me look bad. I hate him.
12:44pm
I consider that if anyone in this room farted that we would all certainly perish.
12:52pm
It is now 140 degrees and 100% humidity. I am covered from head to toe in sweat. There is not a square millimeter on my body that is not slippery and sweaty. I am so slimy that I feel like a sea lion or maybe a sea eel. Not even a bear trap could hold me. The sweat is stinging my eyeballs and I can no longer see.
12:55pm
This room stinks of asparagus, cloves, tuna and tacos. Note that there is no food in the room. I realize that this is an amalgamation of the body odors of 30 people in a 140 degree room for the last 55 minutes. Seriously, enough with the asparagus, ok?
1:01pm
140 degrees and 130% humidity. Look, bitch, I need my space here so don't get all pissy with me if I accidentally sprayed you with sweat as I flipped over. Seriously, is that where this relationship is going? Get over yourself. We need counselling and she needs to be medicated. Stat!
1:09pm
150 degrees and cloudy. And hot. I can no longer move my limbs on my own. I have given up on attempting any of the commands this Chinese chick is yelling out at us. I will lay sedentary until the paramedics arrive. I swear I will buy this building and then have it destroyed. I lose consciousness.
1:15pm
I have a headache and my wife is being a selfish bitch. I can't really breathe. All I can think about is that I'm holding a cup worth of hot sand in my mouth. I cannot remember what an ice cube is, nor what snow looks like. I consider that my only escape might be a crab walk across 15 bodies and then out of the room. I note that since I am paralyzed, and may never walk again, the whole crab walk thing is pretty much fu¢ked.
1:17pm
I cannot move at all and cannot reach my water. Is breathing voluntary or involuntary? If it's voluntary, I am screwed. I stopped participating in the class 20 minutes ago. Hey, lady! I paid for this frickin' class, ok?! You work for me! Stop yelling at everyone and just tell us a story or something. Like, it's juice and cracker time, ok?
1:20pm
It is now 165 degrees and moisture is dripping from the ceiling. The towel that I am laying on is no longer providing any wicking or drying properties. It is actually placing additional sweat on me as I touch it. My towel reeks. I cannot identify the smell, but no way can it be coming from me. Did someone wipe their ass with my towel or something?
1:30pm
Torture session is over. I wish hateful things upon the instructor. She graciously allows us to stay and 'cool down' in the room. It is 175 degrees. Who cools down in 175 degrees? A Komodo Dragon? My wife has left the room. Probably to throw up.
1:34pm
My opportunity to escape has arrived. I roll over to my stomach and press up to my knees. It is warmer as I rise up from ground level - probably by 15 degrees or so. So let's conservatively say it's 190. I muster my final energy and slowly rise. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Towards the door. Towards freedom.
1:37pm
The temperature in the lobby is 72 degrees. Both my nipples stiffen to diamond strength and my penis begins to retract into my abdomen from the 100 degree temperature swing. I can once again breathe, although, so I am pleased. I spot my future ex-wife in the lobby. We had such a good thing going but I know that no measure of counseling will be able to unravel the day's turmoil and mental scarring.
1:47pm
Arrive at the local smoothie bar and proceed to order extra large beverage. 402 calories, 10 grams of fat and 14 grams of protein - effectively negating any caloric burn or benefit from the last 90 minutes. I finish it in 3 minutes and spend the next 2 hours writing this memoir.
3:47pm
Create Craigslist ad while burning final 2 grams of protein from smoothie and before the 'shakes' consume my body.
4:29pm
Note to self - check car for missing wet yoga towel in am.
:facepalm:
Will
