hot yoga on the hottest day of the year

Guess who thought it was a good idea to head along to hot yoga in an already 28 degree day? Yep, yours truly.
I knew I was in trouble and it was going to be a soggy session when the sweat was dripping off me before I'd even unrolled my mat!
I'm still in the honeymoon phase with yoga, I'm all enthusiastic and motivated to get to ALL the classes come rain or in this case very much shine.  So off I trotted on Tuesday evening, bottle of water and towel in hand, and wandered into the class slightly oblivious to what I was about to endure.
Now, if you don't already know, hot (or otherwise known as bikram) yoga involves cranking up the heating and basically sweating out toxins while still bending, binding and folding yourself into a variety of poses.  
But this week was different, I swear I could feel the heat from the room about three streets away.  Despite it having been close to 30 degrees all day, and the studio being in what is essentially the attic of another building the heaters and radiators were still on, it was like walking into a sauna.
Anyway I ploughed on (I wish I could say literally, but we didn't actually do the plough this week) and set to, but I kid you not, ten minutes in and there were beads of sweat trickling down my face.  After a few downward dogs I began to wonder if salt water can blind you as I tried to wipe sweat out of my eyes.
Sticking with it and not wanting to be beaten (see earlier point about enthusiasm and motivation) I carried on and moved into a triangle pose, but after my arm repeatedly slipping off my wet leg, the risk of face planting the ground meant that I could actually stretch myself into a positions I didn't know I was capable of.
So it would seem all was going swimmingly (yes i went there with that pun) until the teacher decided she'd come and stand behind me, wrap her crossed arms around my legs while I'm upside down in downward dog and pull, my ass (and the rest) are literally in her face, now if that isn't mortifying enough, just imagine this after 60 minutes of excessively sweating, I'm not sure I can ever look her in the face again... I can thank god for small mercies though, at least I didn't fanny fart in her face, a current problem one of my best friends (and recent mother) is experiencing in her yoga classes, small mercies, small mercies.