Hot Yoga & Rainbow Toes

Lost In The Algorithms: Daily Odyssey #6

There I was, deciding to give my life a bit of a remix. Yoga, my therapist said. And I thought, why the hell not? Let’s calm the mind, stretch the body, and maybe find some zen. So, last week, I walked into the yoga studio ready to tackle inner demons, only to find myself in what felt like the ninth circle of Dante’s Inferno — hot yoga.

Did I tap out?

Not on your life.

I pushed through, summoning the spirit of a samurai on the brink of his last stand. Each pose was a battle, a moment where I felt parts of me crumble only to be reborn, like a very sweaty phoenix in a sauna.

And then, this week, I went back for more. Yes, you read that right.

So there I am, back in the ring for round two of George vs. Hot Yoga. I’m a little more confident this time, but I’m also sporting a fresh set of rainbow-painted toes, a masterpiece courtesy of my daughter. Imagine trying to strike a warrior pose with toes that look like they’ve raided a candy store.

Yep, that’s me, the embodiment of ‘proud girl dad’.

The studio’s heat hits me like a wave, and I think, “Alright, George, let’s do this.” I’m getting into it and starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, I’ve got a handle on…