Death by Maths

Sweaty. White. Spandex. Reason numero uno why you should bypass Bikram (hot) yoga.  To be more specific, old men sporting white spandex shorts. Did I mention this is hot yoga. And I can wring out my clothes, literally wring them out, after class. OKokok! Half an hour in, I could wring out my clothes. We’re talking 90 minutes in this sauna. Did it have to be white, is all I'm asking? I can't help thinking of a certain old school SNL skit with Alec Baldwin (right?)....oh I have to stop there.  As much as I'd like to continue down THAT road...

Now, if that’s not enough to deflate ridiculous enthusiastic notions you yoginis (I) have (had) of finding  inner peace, consider an old man in black spandex shorts with a thong (and not the shoe kind) peeking out at you in the midst of, oh yes, Camel Pose.  

Camel Pose makes me woozy, which I’d attributed to the blood rushing to my head mid-backbend…..but perhaps there is a more….visual explanation. 

NAMASTE.

In other less exciting news, I thought I might go ahead and take the GRE since I’ve always told myself I would at SomePoint.  And I do believe I have arrived at SomePoint. 

My favorite vocab words, so far, include:

Quaff

Ebullient

Ephemeral

Axiomatic

Prodigious

Burgeon

Paean

Emollient

From the practice tests, it seems the verbal will not be my main problem…. the MATH (or, the MATHS as some say) will obviously Kill Me; a fact that anyone knowing me more than five minutes or with whom I have split a bill more than 2 ways, can readily confirm. 

You see, I have smartly surrounded myself with friends who thrive on the MATHS, which is how I have survived thus far. Unfortunately, the only formula sticking I learned from a certain engineerinlondon. That’d be 4/3 x pi x r cubed (the volume of a sphere just in case you were wondering)….. and a little more than irksome if you ask me.

Wanted: Patient Maths Tutor