There. I said it. And I bet I’m not the only one…

Perhaps it’s an over share, but I find it kind of funny. A yoga class is such a quiet, soft, gentle place and then suddenly I’m doing a downward dog and a silent little fart often sneaks out. It’s simultaneously embarassing and amusing. Then, I hope against hope that there is no odor or the teacher doesn’t come over at that moment to adjust my hips.

But, hey, isn’t that what yoga is all about? Releasing unwanted toxins and finding peace and refreshed energy?

I guess it’s working…
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