YHC found himself at his first ever Broga post with a hot potato Q and very few participants. None of his stellar compatriots ever mentioned this was a 40F and above endeavor which is really strange – not sure the appeal of hot yoga. Mister Froggy never broke his deep connection with company truck seat leather to come check out the variety of stretching and yoga poses so good that any real man would sneak a peak at the other pax just to check em out. YHC took us out – prayers for those with nothing better to do than attack everyone else.
