GUYS.
I WENT TO YOGA.
PRAISE ME, BITCHES.
Okay, so maybe I went to a level one class, which isn't even heated. And maybe it was tough getting back to it and downward dog was rough and my rediscovered blubber rolls got in my way and maybe I laid down a little bit towards the end there. Maybe the wall of mirrors made me a little self-conscious. Maybe it was a bit rough.
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| Yeah, something like that. |
But, I went. I put on my hot pink Beyond Yoga pants and strapped on my heart rate monitor and fucking exercised. GO ME!
By the end of class, my muscles started to remember. I started to feel that same zen feeling I've been missing.
It felt good to be back.
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