So I moved to a place next door to a hot yoga studio. Then, I ran into a woman, in the coffee shop that is in the same building as the hot yoga studio, who told me that I have the perfect body type for hot yoga (I have to assume that either she was hitting on me or recruiting me for her hot yoga army, because that sentence makes no sense otherwise) and that I should totally join a class. And then the next day, the barista gave me a coupon for a free session. So as it turns out, the universe wants me to go to hot yoga. Okay, universe! I’ll go sweat!
The only problem: It is very hot, the hot yoga, which makes me want to go naked. However, I’m guessing that might be seen as a hostile act, a nude downward dog. Also, I don’t want to hurt my boobs. So you tell me–what does a reasonably fashionable, very serious yet totally new student of the hot yoga art wear to stay as cool and as not-dopey as possible? Hit me up with your links, please! And wish me luck.