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Hot Yoga: The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

Listen, I am out of shape. I haven't been in shape for over a year now. I don't really mind. I'm kind of in that skinny-fat area. It's whatever, I've accepted it and moved on with my life. There are more important things than your health, right?

Anyway, this story starts on Saturday night, in the apartment of the guys from 46 [street name removed for anonymity]. Most of the BU crew was there, having a wonderful time before what was sure to be a fun and wild night out. I had decided that I would take a night off for the sake of my bank account.

What's that? It was very responsible of me? Thanks, kind reader, it really was.

At the pre-game, I was conversing with my friend Georgia, AKA G Money, and she asked if I would like to join her at a yoga class in the morning. Intoxication plays a key factor here because my dumb ass said yes. We chatted about how this was part of a free week at CorePower in Boston and that some classes were, in fact, HOT yoga. I'm talk…

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