Day 134

During my two-hour, music-less, chanting-filled yoga class I realized I wish I was certified to teach yoga so that I could bring the opposite to Meraki: one hour, heated (but not Bikram hot), bumping hip hop, sing along with all of the expletives, sweat like you mean it, yoga.

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