I like to eat, and I like to lift weights. Consequently, I have a body that looks like I like to eat, and I like to lift weights.
While I’m trying to step up my cardio and step down my carb intake (damn you, bread; damn you for your bland yet seductive goodness), I’m also looking to increase my flexibility (ladies) and start to explore meditation.
So, I signed up for my first ever yoga class.
I walked into the studio matless and clueless, only to find no soul behind the front desk to receive me, adding to the awkwardness of the experience. After walking aimlessly down an adjacent hallway, a friendly middle-aged lady in apropos yoga pants greeted me and walked me back to the desk.