This week we sit down with Kelly Sims, a Navy veteran, CPA, and one of the OG Bikram yoga practitioners who's been showing up on the mat since around 2000—back when the rooms were hotter, the discipline was stricter, and people wore Speedos unironically.
Kelly came to yoga the way a lot of people do: something was broken. In her case, it was her knee. She was a runner who loved the high, loved the hills, loved the whole thing—until her knee started crunching going up stairs. Physical therapy wasn't cutting it, so a coworker at BJC said the magic words: "You need to come to hot yoga." No instructions. No guidance on what to wear. Just "come."
So Kelly showed up in cotton jogging pants and a t-shirt. In a 105-degree room. With people screaming at her to lock her knees and open her eyes. And somehow, she fell in love with it.
What follows is one of the most entertaining yoga origin stories we've heard. Kelly practiced Bikram for over a decade—through the strict era when teachers would clap at you, when you couldn't leave the room, when they'd pack bodies so close together you could touch someone's back on either side with your arms extended. She watched yoga competitions happen (yes, with judges and winners), saved a man from hitting the floor when he passed out mid-class (he was getting a pacemaker installed on Monday, because apparently his wife thought Bikram was a good pre-surgery activity), and once threw up so violently after eating a Whole Foods salad that she "painted the wall" on her way out of dancer pose.
But this episode isn't just about wild Bikram stories.
Kelly and Roxanne met as student and teacher at Yoga Six and quickly discovered they're basically the same person—same sense of dark humor, same coping mechanisms, same life outlook. They even left their marriages on the exact same day without knowing it. That coincidence turned a yoga friendship into something more like sisterhood.
We get into Kelly's time in the Navy, including a night in a Tijuana jail after a brawl that started with something called "poppers" (not what you're thinking—it's where they pour alcohol down your throat and shake your whole body). We discuss her two other arrests, including one in St. Louis for a warrant she didn't know she had, where she got her first Hot Pocket and a Capri Sun while waiting to be bailed out.
Kelly talks honestly about what it's like to be a Black woman walking into predominantly white yoga spaces—and why she makes a point to welcome other Black students when she sees them. She's also refreshingly honest about not always noticing because she's been "the odd one out" her whole life and has learned to just exist in her own world.
The conversation touches on everything from whether yoga people have superior immune systems (Kelly's theory: all that shared sweat builds antibodies), to the absurdity of COVID protocols in yoga studios, to why Kelly can't skip yoga during tax season without wanting to "yell at people." Yoga, she says, is what keeps her kind during the most stressful months of the year. It's not about flexibility or achieving perfect poses—it's about perspective, grounding, and staying human when the IRS is breathing down your clients' necks.
We also bond over the real reason Kelly prefers 6 AM classes: so she can drink as much coffee as she wants afterward.
This is a conversation between friends—messy, tangential, punctuated by inside jokes and genuine affection. It's also a window into what 25 years of consistent yoga practice actually looks like: not perfection, not enlightenment, just showing up, staying mobile, sleeping better, and occasionally catching strangers before they hit the floor.
If you've ever felt like mainstream yoga culture wasn't made for you, Kelly Sims is proof that it doesn't have to be. You can curse on the way into the parking lot, flip someone off, walk into class, and become friends with them by the time you leave. That's the real yoga.