Prologue: A Searing Encounter

It was a sweltering summer day when I, an admittedly intermediate yogi, bravely decided to venture into the fiery abyss of hot yoga. The very thought of sweating buckets in a room hotter than Hades was, to be honest, terrifying. But as they say, life begins at the end of your comfort zone. So, armed with a trusty yoga mat, a towel, and a gallon of water, I marched into the scorching unknown.