At the age of 50 I was dragged into hot yoga by my...

At the age of 50 I was dragged into hot yoga by my wife, who had been going to this place on Chestnut now Body Temp Yoga for years since she broke her back. That was the deal. I wasn't getting any more flexible NOT doing yoga, so I went. Two and a half years later I'm still going.

And, because of owners Chadd and Rikk, and all of the other great yoga instructors there, I'm enjoying those sweaty 90-minute torture sessions. This isn't about tree-hugging and pseudoscience and chakras; it's about relieving stress and working your body in ways it doesn't necessarily want to be worked, without overdoing it. It's a close-knit community and there are some good laughs. And the place is clean. Look at the picture. Clean.

I still can't touch my toes without bending my knees, but I'm getting there.