Today, Cory and I tried something new and took a yoga class together.
I hyped up this upcoming experience like nobody’s business because yoga at my old gym was totally perfect.
Cory, you’ll feel so relaxed and centered.
Cory, I LOVE YOGA.
Cory, the couple that namastes together, STAYS together.
Cory. Get ready for your life to be changed. Forever.
At this point Cory looked through the windows to my soul and told me to namastopit.
So, 5:30 AM came and I was ready and excited to calm the hell down and find my center.
Unfortunately, the instructor was a snobby substitute for the normal instructor. I was hoping for a nice Vinyasa flow, but she was more of a bougie show off than anything else. At one point, she asked the class “Do you guys do (insert random body-twisting pose here)?” And everyone shrugged, as best as the could while in bow pose.
She replied in a snarky tone, “It really helps if you learn the lingo.”
At this point, I look to Cory, who looks just as hilariously as uncomfortable as I do, and I laugh out loud.
It felt worse than laughing in church during Station of the Cross.
Needless to say, Cory hated it and my words currently hold no weight in this household. I’m hoping to redeem myself soon.
Let’s chat – Do you and your partner workout together? If you’re single, do you have a workout buddy?