Yoga when it's hot! Hot! Hot!

OK - a friend highly recommended what is called "hot yoga" for me because it's good for the joints. Everyone who has endured extensive chemotherapy suffers from some sort of joint ailment afterward because chemo chemicals kill good cells and bad cells.

The reason I'm vulnerable to such a suggestion is because the *fantastic* yoga teacher I adored and who was so good building the mental-spiritual-physical connection of the ancient art just left for California and I haven't found anyone nearly as good yet.

So, this morning, I attended my first 90-minute session of hot yoga. This is my musical response:

(To the tune of Foreigner's "Hot Blooded")

Hot yoga!
Is it for me?
The room is baking-
It's a hundred and three!
My face is crimson-
It's so hard to breathe
Hot yoga! It's hot yoga!

Hot yoga!
The orders are yelled
Am I getting healthy
Or is this just hell?
My heart is pounding
Are those my joints I feel?
It's hot yoga! Hot yoga!

Hot yoga!
The crazy movements-
get outta town!
If we get dizzy
We can lie down
Or sick or faint
Or in our sweat drowned
It's hot yoga! Hot yoga!

It's so mechanical ...
Feels American to me
I look around
Where's the spirituality?
But just to be sure
I'm going tomorrow to see..

'cause I paid for a week of hot yoga! Hot yoga!