After one year of prodding and promoting, roomie finally got me to go to yoga class. I started to doubt if I'd go considering the amount of alcohol I consumed the night before. But I went anyway since I would never hear the end of it from Elitza who, along with roomie, would not let up on insisting that I go to the classes.
It was a very interesting and quite fulfilling experience, actually. I went there thinking that I'd probably take it easy and not try and do everything that these more advanced students are already doing. Oh, but no, when they started doing the headstands and I was quietly watching in awe at the gymnastics these people are doing, Elitza comes and says the dreaded "Come on, Leanne." Seriously? Make me do a headstand on the first time I ever go to yoga class? So, having Elitza who is Hitler personified in a prettier package at my back, I try it anyway. And I'm glad I did. There's nothing better than to do a headstand with a hangover. When I woke up, half my head hurt... now, I hurt. Talk about treating pain with pain. I'll definitely be back, though.
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