Remember the line at the end of Apocalypse Now, “Oh, the horror! The horror!”? Well, I say, “Oh, the humidity! The humidity!” And yet, as oppressive as the weather has been this summer, it actually feels good to do yoga in a room heated to 110 degrees with scantily clad sweaty bodies whipping up a froth (no, I'm not referring to the real estate market). Yes, it’s Bikram (hot) Yoga on the Lower East Side, the coolest hippest friendliest studio in
P.S. That's Tricia, director of the studio.