Stretch yourself
So this week I was thinking back to my first yoga class. It was a little rough. First, there was trying to find the room in the rat maze they call the Wildermuth Intramural Center. Then there was making sure I wasn’t the only guy in the class. And finally, trying to learn the stuff but not be “that guy,” that so many of my friends warned me about. (I was supposed to try, but not too hard. Be good, but not too good, etc.)



