Holy sweat

I am not a fan of sweat. It grosses me out. If the husband or our son comes back from a bike ride with sweat dripping from their body, I'm like, don't get near me. I love ya, but I'm not gonna hug ya.

I'm fortunate my body agrees with me as I don't sweat. Oh I'll heat up when I exercise and my face gets flushed, but nothing like I'm leaking from every pore as if a facet has been left on, until recently.

One of my sons invited me to attend a hot yoga class with him. My first thought, which I kept to myself, was no way. I've done yoga and I like it, but the thought of being in an over the top hot room without any air flow does not sound appealing so naturally..... I said yes. 
How can I turn down an invitation to spend time with my boy?

As I was checking in the lady asked if I've experienced hot yoga before. I told her I've done yoga and if it's anything like having a hot flash at the same time then I can relate.

I finished the paperwork and entered the studio. The floor was heated and the room was exceptionally warm. I kinda liked it. The busyness of the day started to drain out of me and I felt I could have curled up on my mat and taken a nap.

It wasn't long before the instructor began instructing.  I was familiar with the poses alright, it was the feeling of sweat dripping down my back, and face, and boobs I wasn't familiar with. One might even say I was sweating like a pig. Realistically speaking, before the class that would have been a true statement since pigs don't actually sweat, but in this case, I was sweating more like a horse. 

Ever see a horse sweat? They can work up a lather in no time, which would have been the best way to describe what I must have looked like when I came out of the room. 

I did enjoy the class and will definitely return for another session and although I'm not a fan of sweat, I'll probably bring my own fan.