Before I met Sandra, I might have said that one could do it the easy way and drink a bunch of water before ultra-hot yoga, or do it the hard way and drink none at all, and either way one would learn plenty from ultra-hot yoga as a core transformative practice. But like Sandra says, why polarize things into easy/hard, good/bad, black/white? This is part of my whole problem!
It’s a little hard to form thoughts right now because I am exquisitely dehydrated and am walking fast after Sandra, who’s a few yards ahead of me and pulling away because we’re late for our post-ultra-hot yoga IV Lounge Rejuvenation Session, after which we have to double time it home for an hour of non-penetrative tantric orgasm threshold dwelling and then go straight to bed because we must be up at 5:20 to be serenely on time for meditation at the zendo—thank goodness we’re in the midst of a heavy metal cleanse and aren’t allowed to eat, otherwise who would have the time!
I can’t really remember what life was like before Sandra came into it, but it must have been quite different. I’m weaving a little bit. I must be even more exceptionally dehydrated than I thought, so I take a minute to lean against a telephone pole until the about to die feeling passes, and Sandra yells at me to hurry up. I want to, but I’m clinging to this telephone pole like it’s a buoy and can’t keep up, so I yell for her to go on without me. Sandra’s thin, lycra-clad form disappears into the wind and swirling leaves.