Extreme Yoga

March, 2000

Extreme YogaI'm in a room so hot and humid the windows are sweating; I'm balancing on my right leg, struggling to extend the other leg and grab my foot. It's not happening and I buckle like a marionette. I glance at the clock. "Keep your gaze on the tip of your nose," the instructor calls out calmly, sweetly, aiming her admonition my way. Suddenly she's in front of me, hoisting my extended leg onto her shoulder. Every limb of my body shakes as she lifts it higher and higher. I'm 60 min...