Last month I attended a few different yoga classes with a close girlfriend of mine. The one I liked the most was called "slow burn" yoga, which is a sort-of-less-intense version of hot yoga. Although I’ve heard rave reviews about the hot-yoga classes, I’m not quite ready to take on the challenge of performing mentally and physically stimulating exercises in a room full of boiling heat. Deciding that I would slowly work my way up to the class of sweltering serenity (as I like to call it), I opted for the slow-burn yoga class, which, at the time, seemed like it would be a tad “friendlier” than hot yoga – although the idea of “burning slowly” doesn’t sound too friendly either. Still, I decided to give it a go.