Physical challenges excite me. Limits are there to be tested, and within our own bodies is a great place to begin. Yes, I work out. Some might say I work out a lot. But all that aside, nothing has been quite like what I’ve discovered in the last two weeks at Bikram Portland.
It started on a Friday night, much like any other Friday night… at a bar. My favorite bar. There I was at my favorite bar, with two of my favorite girlfriends, when I met a guy.
This was no ordinary guy. For one thing, he was not trying to get into my pants. By the end of the night it was clear, he was trying to get me into hot yoga!
“I want you to do this,” he said. “It will change your life.”
Granted, the conversation would have never happened, if he weren’t so darn cute in the first place, but (as far as he was concerned) it wasn’t about chemistry. We went for a nice 7-mile run along the Waterfront a couple days later, and a couple days after that, we were on our way to Bikram. (more…)
It began innocently enough, starring a guy, who I have just a tiny crush on. He said something that made my tummy twirl, which made me realize, I was most certainly dreaming. So naturally, without a beat, we were beamed into my bed… and he was naked. Perfectly fine by me! But then, my bedroom door opened a crack, and a little round light fell onto us. Someone was shining a flashlight in our direction…
“Who’s in there?” Said a voice. It was my dad. How awkward!
I replied, “It’s just _____. Get outta here!”
Now, if you know my pops, you already know he’s a bit of a prankster. So next, a gloved hand came towards us, poking around from across the room… It was mounted on a long pole, of sorts. Probably something he found at the joke store.
Anyway, I managed to get rid of him.