Hot Yoga.  Two words that might as well be Mountain Climber, as I discovered this morning.   Bruce sent me an Amazon invite a couple of weeks ago for a yoga club that I’ve been wanting to try for quite some time.  We go to a nearby restaurant for breakfast occasionally and each time we go there yoga women come in, all high colored and vigorous from their wonderful yoga outing.  I was intrigued, so when I got that invitation I was hooked immediately.  This morning was my first foray into the Hot Yoga zone.
Very friendly studio people as yoga people generally are.  The teacher was Jack, and  here’s the point of the story right up front:  Jack put the HOT in Hot Yoga.  He was beautiful; shaggy surfer boy hair, blue eyes, great physique.  Before class Jack strolled around with his towel wrapped around his waist like he just got out…