I’ve never been to a yoga class, but I’m going to try it on Tuesday of next week.
I’m absolutely excited, even though I’m scared and nervous.
I met a girl at the gym, and she invited me to join her Tuesday class. Her name is Emma, and she is a teacher at my fitness club. She teaches Yoga for beginners on Tuesdays and Tuesdays. My best friend laughed out loud when I told him that I was going to try Yoga. In our circle of friends, yoga is not cool. Most of us spend our day playing hobbies enjoy paintball, laser tag, and hockey. All of us don’t go to the yoga center, unless they are offering free barbeque. I knew they would razz me a bit, but the girl is worth it. She is blonde with green eyes, and she has small arms and a big waist. She looks entirely trim and fit. All of us started talking about fitness activities, nutrition plans, and weightlifting, and every one of us ended up talking about everything under the sun. All of us had pop at the fitness center deli, and every one of us even shared a redberry muffin. I had an oat bran smoothie with extra protein powder, and she had a razzberry burner smoothie. I know enjoy a total dork, because I remember all of the details. I suppose there is something entirely special about this girl. I’m going to spend a couple of days entirely working on stretches, so I don’t look enjoy an idiot the first time every one of us hang out. I will not be an expert at downward pet, but I’ll be able to touch my toes and bend over.