My hips, having never flexed in any direction remotely near the directions they were torqued doing Bikram Yoga, feel like flaming rivers of rigid sludge.
I took my first-ever Bikram (or any type) Yoga class on the Friday after Thanksgiving. It was unbelievably difficult yet, at the same time, extraordinarily cool.
But I don’t [...]
Trying to think of better excuses since 1995
