when i was in miami, i went ot the lovely Prana Yoga studio. for hatha, kundalini etc I would be in class with trophy wives and cute 20-sonmething girls. for the Astanga class on saturday, all women, all definetely very driven yoginis.

Week day night Astanga? All men, all direct from their weight workouts, all sweaty and exhausted walking in the door. getting more sweaty and exhaustred as the hour went on. seriously, 20 minutes into it...I was definetely smelling balls. Lots of balls. Balls in every direction. No escape from the ball-smell.

and yeah I was at my edge doing the Asanas, but so were all of them.