Hip Openers + Hot Yoga Instructor

= Raaaaaaaaaandy McPolack.

Damn.

If loving your yogi is wrong, then I don't want to be right.

I took my first intermediate class this evening. It showed me, first, how weak I truly am and second, how worth it it is to be weak because then the hot hot yoga instructor comes over to gently correct you. Oh and you get to watch him execute all sorts of sexy, noodle-like poses.