Final Countdown

Tomorrow is D-day--I start Bikram yoga. I have mixed feelings about starting hot sweaty athletics during hot sweaty times. My (twisted) logic leads me to believe that it will be soothing to do this now as when I leave class it will seem cool outside. Much like the notion of drinking hot coffee in the desert. Then again, I loathe the idea of walking outside and instantly feeling like I need to shower again. My sweat fu manchu appears instantly, and if I am wearing a skirt or dress, the chub rub begins. It's the unsexiest time of the year. So why not pile into a steamy room with scantily clad strangers and feel the burn. Why not, I ask?