-A prof I know showed up and laid her mat close to mine, although there was plenty of space elsewhere. When we lay on our backs and had to spread our arms like a T, we had to scrabble our hands frantically around so our fingers wouldn’t touch.

-The lumpy dude in front of me stripped, and did practice wearing only baggy grey underpants.

-The yoga teacher smiled too much and made cute little gestures with her hands, and thanked us for sharing our time with her.

-She played lame “African” music which sounded like an updated Lion King soundtrack.

Other than this, it was a great practice, and helped me in working off my considerable jet-lag.


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