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31 Born and raised in Houston Texas and a graduate of New York University Joanna Kelly now resides in Los Angeles where she works as an actress model and writer. In her free time she enjoys sharing her wisdom with up and coming talent coaching children of all ages for modeling and acting. Joanna is also an avid blogger. To learn more about Joanna and her work check out her websites www.waitingforlefty.blogspot.com and www.joannakelly.me. I stay the course because if you leave the room you are not supposed to come back in. Maybe there will be some deep yogic revelation spir- itual awakening if I stay. The founder Mr. Bikram has made claims his yoga can cure cancer and that practitioners can live to be 100 years old. Maybe the thought Im dying that has been going through my head for the past hour really means that I am going to live a long time Near the end of class the teacher opens the door to the studio and I wish I had had the forethought to take a space nearer to the door. I could have had a sip of fresh cool air from the lobby. I would give that woman by the door my life savings to trade spots with me. He turns on the fans again and despite the slight chill I feel disheartened because I know it is temporary and I will feel like I am burning to death again shortly. As I get up from Salabhasana Locust Pose - or as I renamed it Low-Cuss Pose because of the whispered expletive that came out of my mouth I look at my mat and wonder what Rorschach would think of my sweaty outline on the mat. And that when I die in here from heat stroke the cops wont have to make a chalk outline because Ive already made one with perspiration. When class is finally over I head to the lobby to sit for a minute and thank my lucky stars for fresh air and towels and water and lets be frank trying not to collapse from the exertion of nearly dying and wait for the feeling of accomplishment. It is slow to come but soon I realize I made it through 90 minutes of heated torture and give myself a little pat on the back. Ohm shanti motherfckers. ..F2016