I never thought I would be in a Hot-Yoga class for a couple of reasons. First, I was the only guy in the class, and second, I am a college football player. Never in my life did I think I’d ever be caught in a yoga class, but as my mom always said, “A girl can make a man do anything.”

So here I was, shaking my head as I walked into Yoga class with the girl I had a crush on.  As soon as I walked into “Yoga By Degrees,” the studio that we went to, I was already feeling uncomfortable.  Here I was with all these girls, and every time one of them looked at me, they knew that I was here because of the girl next to me. Well, at least that’s what I thought they were thinking.

The lady at the counter was really nice helping me sign in and get ready for the experience.

“Have you ever done Yoga before?” she asked.

“No,” I answered.

She laughed, and asked me why I was taking Hot Yoga–especially the 105 degree class that is extremely difficult.

Embarrassed, I told her it was because I’ve always wanted to try it. She giggled and gave me a towel.

“You’ll be needing this,” she said.

The girl I went with was waiting for me right outside the studio.  As we both walked in, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time: heat so intense that as soon as you breathe in, it constricts your lungs so strongly your body freaks out for a little bit. It was 105 degrees in there–how in the world was I going to exercise when I could barely breathe?

We got there pretty early, so it was only us two and another girl in the room. I felt extremely awkward of how quiet it was in the room.  I had no idea what to do, so I just followed everything the girls did before class started.  Every stretch they did I would attempt to do, and realized early on they were much more flexible then any human being should be.  As the room started to get more crowded, I realized that it was only girls walking in.  More and more girls kept walking in, and I kept praying for just one guy to walk in. But none did.

Before I knew it, the instructor walked in and told us class was beginning.  My heart was pounding, and I was already drenched in sweat. This isn’t starting off very well, I thought to myself.

The class started off with an awkwardly loud hum, during which I almost burst out laughing.  Throughout the class we did stretches and poses called “Natarajasana,” “Downward Dog,” “Scorpion,” and a lot of breathing exercises. I caught myself looking around the class repeatedly after the instructor would name a pose so I could copy people the best I could.  I failed miserably. During some poses I would even find myself giggling.

By the time class ended, I was exhausted and drenched in sweat. I was happy it was over. Hot yoga was extremely difficult–not just physically, but mentally.  The instructor told us to lay down, which was relaxing, but not as refreshing as the minty cool towel she put on my face for relaxation.

By the time class was over, I had a lot of respect for yoga.  Not only did it feel great when I was done, but it was challenging for my body–and I got the girl.

I would definitely do it again.