If you are looking to sweat from every inch of your body then, by all means, sign yourself up for a Bikram yoga class. Me, there’s no chance in hell I’ll be signing up ever again. Hitting yoga poses in a room that is over 100 degrees is not my cup of tea.

To start, the room smells so incredibly awful. The smell was a combination of sweat and body odor and, my lord, did it make it hard to breathe in there. There is a reason for the smell but, to be honest, it just wasn’t working for me. The second you walk in you immediately start sweating and you haven’t even made it to put your mat down. I was only wearing short spandex shorts and a sports bra and I was already regretting my outfit choice in thinking that I was already wearing too much fabric for this class. Thankfully, I have a few friends join me for class, or I would have turned right around.

The class begins and the teacher is, I kid you not, in full-length pants, a tank top, and a long sleeve shirt…WHAT. I am sweating out my sins from 2017 over here and she is FULLY CLOTHED. Alright, this is some type of voodoo magic right here.

The class begins, it is boring as ever as all you do is repeat the same movements over and over and you stand there like a glorified waterfall because you are sweating so much. For me, the air was so thick I could not breathe, so you best bet that when everyone hit that good ole savasana that I was runnin-na for the door. Yes, you read that right. I left in the middle of the class. When the air is so thick that I no longer feel that I am intaking any air when I breathe in I know it’s time to bounce.

Do I feel bad for leaving a class early? For sure. Do I feel bad for leaving that specific class early? Heck no. For the amount of times I was seeing stars, I knew for my well-being it was the right move. And I was happy as a clam in my car with circulating air and a Whole Foods bagel which all I will ever need for the rest of my life.