It only took a few minutes before I was drenched in sweat, twisting, grabbing, and turning my body, balancing in ways I didn’t think were possible.  It all happened in Bangkok, Thailand, through the persuasion of my friend,  Ali Pepler who wanted to practice “hot yoga.”
The instructor (a man) at Absolute Yoga, was quite frankly a little strange, and being the only male in the room, surrounded by about 25 females, he took a slight liking to me, helping correct my stances.  I took this as a polite gesture and …