Great. I'm five minutes late so the only open spot is front and center.
Breathe in, breathe out. Make sure to count and make your breaths even.
Stretch and bend. Am I doing this right? Better sneak a glance at the person next to me without breaking my pose.
The teacher is correcting me a lot. This is why I hate the front row. I'm leaving work early next week.
Oh hell no. I will not be that person who farts in yoga class.
Seriously? I can't bend like that. Especially not while holding back gas.
Control your breathing! Focus!
I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing. Why am I so sweaty?
Ok, we're at the end of class where we lie down and close our eyes. We're supposed to meditate, but I will use this time to plan the rest of my night and stress about work tomorrow. At least I don't have to fart anymore.
This music is really soothing. My mind is clearing. I feel connected with the floor and world around me. So peaceful... zzzz...
"Namaste. Thank you for coming."
Dammit.
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