Myths and Fantasies Debunked I

150 women in a steamy locker room is not the porn fest you might think. It's crowded, loud, confusing and messy. You're always bumping asses with someone. You have to climb over people just to find the damn comb buried at the bottom of your backpack jammed into a locker. You have to fight for a space with enough air circulation to get dressed without your clothes sticking. The floor is slicked in dirty shower water.

In general, the traffic flow in the hallways and changing rooms resembles a herd of confused goats. Goats with lunch bags, flip flops and accessories. A little random and frantic without full understanding of why. We're not sure who started the stampede, or where it's going, but everyone else is doing it.

It's amazing how rapidly one's standards can decline.

We wash our feet in the bathroom sinks. And still, dirt is permanently ingrained in the soles of my feet. Crazy hippie chick was brushing her teeth in the yoga room before anatomy class yesterday. We hang up our mats and yoga clothes in the parking lot to dry, and sit on the asphalt to eat lunch.

I regularly find other people's hair on my clothes, on my mat, in my mouth. You shake it off and keep going. After a while, it just doesn't matter.

Are you hot yet?