It's getting hot in here...

When I lived in Cambridge, I started doing Baptiste yoga. It's similar to Bikram yoga, in that you do it in a room that's 90-100 degrees, and sweat a lot. You get used to it, and it feels really good. Purifying, and all that. I was going a couple times a week, and I really loved it. Then I went back to Vassar and there was no Baptiste yoga to be found. Sad. I never made it to the studio I found in Georgetown. I was too busy re-assembling my life.

But. On arrival in Tucson, I looked for one and found that the only Baptiste-type teacher in Arizona is... 5 minutes from me! There's a cute little studio!

So I went one day, taking my mat and my towel and bottle of water, and talked to the teacher. He was psyched that I came from the original Baptiste studios, and he was really sweet, and very into connecting with people. I took the class and felt like I'd just come home. It's kind of hard to describe the bliss you can get when it's that hot and you accomplish so much.

At the end, he approached me and said he needed some help with the business-running end of things. He was doing it all by himself, and it'd really help if he had someone who could help out -- manning the front desk before class, and such. So was I interested in doing that? We could work out a trade.

I was, and we did. So just by showing up for class, I ended up with a little job to do, where I get to meet people and be "in."

Is it just me, or are really strange and awesome things just falling on me from all sides?