I started doing yoga when I was 19; my friends and I would go to LA Fitness, do what we thought was “working out”, take a Latin heat Zumba class and then stay for the 7pm yoga class. We used the sticky mats that they had in the activity room, we kept our socks on and we giggled the whole time. We did not get the point. And in our defense, neither did LA Fitness. The room was always cold (which is not ideal for yoga) and was constantly filled with noise from the serious lifters on the other side of the wall, that were grunting and dropping weights. As…
