One and a half months (or slightly longer) after my first hot yoga trial lesson, I finally moved my ass off yesterday to a second lesson at Absolute Yoga which specializes in hot yoga.

I like the place because it has a huge and quiet space at River Valley Point. Plus, since I'm now a non-working bum, I get to go during office working hours when there are only a few souls in class.

The 90 minutes nearly killed me the last time, so Jess (on leave, not skivving off work) and I opted for 60 minutes this time round. Ewwks, the heat made me nauseous again and I think I spent at least 20 minutes of the class just lying on the mat, which is what you are supposed to do when you feel dizzy or nauseous. It took so much discipline and determination to continue when all your mind is screaming "get out of here!".

Anyway, I thought I'd be good and go more regularly before I start working. But as if it were all destined, something's come up that makes next week the earliest that I can make class. Right. If, I, do.