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Before landing myself in Yoga Sunné’s studio in Cottonwood Heights, I had scheduled myself for several different yoga studios across the valley. I never went to any of them, because I scheduled classes titled “rejuvenating” or “relaxing” in the morning and then promptly slept through all of them. I found that Yoga Sunné offered a free class at night, and that is how I found out that 90 minutes of hot power yoga is not for me. Right away, the 105-degree room slaps you in the face as if to warn you that at no point in the next hour and a half will this be comfortable. The class starts out calm with some gentle stretches, and the instructor providing us with a focus for the class; immediately following, the calmness of the instructor is flipped into what I’d imagine a military drill sergeant would be like if one ever took up yoga. She commands new poses in rapid succession, progressively getting crazier as the class goes on. Breathe in, stretch every fiber of you in all directions. Breathe out, and turn yourself into the human equivalent of tangled up headphones. Repeat for far longer than anyone ever should. This would all be somewhat bearable if it weren’t as hot as St. George in August (I looked it up, that’s accurate). Some of the poses were like ones we do in this course, or at least they start that way. What would end up …show more content…

I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed not moving more in my life. All of us as a class, roughly a dozen exhausted, hot, and sweaty yogis, slipped into shavasana. Our drill sergeant was even kind enough to pass out cold washcloths that smelled like lavender. It was finally over, we had fought through the onslaught of poses and the intense heat, and came out the other side

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