About nine years ago, I was going through a devastating breakup and my friend and I got into the habit of attending a hot yoga class together a few times per week. The trendy workout had just reached the middle of Missouri, where I was living at the time, and I both relished and resented the 100+ degree heat as I tried to twist my decidedly inflexible l…
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