dear hot yoga,
im going to start this off by saying i love you. i know that might scare you off, that i'm being too emotional and needy, but i do. i just can't help myself. i've been burned by other brief flings: running on the treamill (who broke up with me by breaking my kneecaps), the elliptical machine (who just ended up not being enough for me), and my flirtation with pilates (no subsitute for you). i thought i had tried it all and was destined to be alone until i came across you and now i don't know how to live without you. you make me feel alive and healthy. you make me want to be a better person. i love you, hot yoga. yes, you.
yours forever and ever and ever,
n.
