It might be paranoid to say that Yoga is out to get me, but Yoga is out to get me.
I might be exaggerating.
I actually adore Yoga. I’ve been bendy most of my life and it feels good to be able to keep up in a class. Not like that time I tried Zumba. Pretty sure I was moving like I had been stunned by a rubber mallet. And perhaps been drugged. We won’t talk about my recent attempt at learning hip hop moves. It gave ‘you can’t touch this’ a whole new meaning.