Twice a week, the girls that I work with move the furniture in the store and have a yoga instructor come to help with their bendiness. The class is at 7:30 am and itâ€™s quite known that I donâ€™t even know my own name at 7:30 in the morning, let alone partake in any activities that involve anything but sleeping. I tried to talk them into a class that involves us lying on yoga mats in the â€˜childâ€™s poseâ€™ for about two hours, but none of them seemed to keen on the idea. These people actually enjoy waking up at that hour and doing something good for themselves. I think these people are crazy. That being said, I have my own flavor of crazy going on, so why not join the circus? I shouldnâ€™t knock it until Iâ€™ve tried it, so this Friday, I will set the alarm to go off at an ungodly hour, and I will schlep myself to class. I figure worst case scenario, I can put myself into a sitting pose and watch them work out while I snack on a Snickers and sip on an iced coffee.
I will report back on Monday to let you know how it goes. Wish me luck!
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post by Amanda