During the summer I bought a Groupon for 3 classes of hot yoga (now known to me as Ashtanga Vinyasa yoga). It was my first yoga experience and I really liked the studio and the instructor, which simplified the likelihood that I would do more yoga in the future.
Near the end of summer I was presented with another Groupon opportunity for 10 classes of Bikram yoga (now known to me as the real hot yoga that could possibly induce accidental suicide by form of drowning in one's sweat). If I could gauge my sweat production during one of these classes then I would have enough perspiration to thoroughly wash my car. And let me tell you, my car is dirty.
I enjoy the classes. I despise, however, the allure of discounts, which is ultimately at fault for igniting my unexplainable addiction to exercising in suffocating saunas. Try saying that three times.
