If this is Tuesday, then I must be in Boulder, right? Right. The land of Yoga.
Last night, Buck and I went to what we thought was going to be a beginner yoga class. Well, it wasn’t a beginner’s class, but I did manage to last the whole way through it. Therefore, I am totally pleased with myself.
Even if it means sitting here with aching muscles — it’s a good ache. Therefore, today’s lesson is: when making a reservation in a yoga class, make sure that your definition of “beginner” matches that of the person signing you up for it.
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