My mom is a rock star.
My mom is beautiful.
My mom is hard working.
My mom has raised four wonderful, if I say so myself, children.
I am the most wonderful, of course.
But back to my mom.
She is always hot.
Calm down boys.
I mean she enjoys to have the AC on.
This woman had the AC during our ten snow storms this winter because it wasn't cold enough outside.
I enjoy Bikram Yoga.
For those of you who don't know, Bikram Yoga is a 90 minute lesson done in a room that, at some points, reaches 100 degrees.
My first class of Bikram yoga was painful.
It was hot.
I couldn't do all of the postures.
My rock star, incredibly in shape, in the prime of her athletic ability, youngest sister passed out during her first Bikram Yoga class.
If you didn't pick up on it, Bikram yoga is intense.
Bikram yoga is amazing.
I have been inviting my mom for a year and a half to join me in my yoga practice.
Remember, this woman is ALWAYS hot.
No matter how cold it is outside.
This woman hates Al Gore but would unintentionally prove his point every single day.
Three days ago
my mother came to Bikram yoga with me.
That's right.
She came to Bikram yoga with me.
Not only did she come to Bikram yoga with me.
She stayed in the room for the full 90 minutes.
Not only did she stay in the room for the full 90 minutes
she did every... single... posture.
Not only did she do all 26 postures,
she did every single sit up.
Not only did she do every sit up
SHE CAME BACK THE NEXT DAY.
The very next day.
Not only did she come back the next day.
She came back AFTER working out for the day!
My mom is a rock star.
