Riko Vs. Yoga

In my life there are life experiences that occur daily, hourly, and mili-sec-ly. I travel in a different time field only adhering to the Sun and Work.
This will prove to be an account of my battle in a smoldering room filled with bodily excrement.

Wed. 16, Jan 08
2000hrs--- (that's 8:00pm stupid)

I went with Terry Jennifer Williams, (don't let the "Jennifer" fool you, if, god forbid, you ever cross this man, expect waking up the next day with your testicles wrapped in a rubber band, and saline fluid leading out of you), Querivin, (a woman that does not know the word "Cant") and myself (yea, the narrator) arrived at the:
"Bikram Yoga" building in Berkley C.A.

Possibly the Bay Area night air caused the leap from a nice 53 degrees weather jump to 110 degrees created a crazy reaction in my mind water cuz upon entering I thought I saw Odin (the Norse god) pass out on the "Yoga" room floor.
This Experience may prove to be difficult, if the sign of a lower deity collapsing on the sheer heat/work out allowing us mere mortals to Tea Bag the god, what chance have I ?

Onward I pressed, finding a nice spot on the room to lay my Yoga mat, trying to ignore the temperature and not let this Dhalsim training beat me, the number one goal is to not leave the room in the 90min of the session (later on I thought that goal was like telling the village whore to hand me a clean pair of underwear)
As you would guess, the 3 of us did our stretches, and dips, and breath controls, (though the toughest part of the 3 moves were really the breath controls, imagine trying to breath Out slowly then In the supposed good air that smells like Forrest Gumps Socks after the years of running). I was able to keep up showing the rest of the group how a real man does Yoga, and Terry J. Williams was doing his thing, nudging the now dead Odin god out of his way so that he can get in to the next position, trying not to shower anyone in close proximity with the sweat fluids he was oozing out of his every pore hole to the general masses of..... yogi? (Is that how you call its practitioners?)

After the 90 min. of the Bikram Yoga class we were able to go to the locker room (clean and colorful, felt like home, if home were filled with 18 naked hairy men with a centimeter thick towel separating them and the glory that is me) and left the building, hoping to somehow regain the electrolytes I lost in on of the instructors.

Found in the arms of 'Nations' (also located conveniently nearby).

All in all,
RIKO-1 YOGA-0 I WIN