I booked the wrong yoga class, but went with the flow

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I knew I was in trouble from the jump. There were sixteen students in the yoga class. Ten of those students were young(ish) women who looked like they never stopped doing yoga, not even to meal prep, drink Kombucha, or sleep. Three of the students were old(ish) women who looked like they had made a commitment, when they were young(ish) women, to the aforementioned nonstop yoga lifestyle. Then there were the dudes: two fitness bros who looked like they chased cheetahs for cardio, grappled gators for strength, and only consumed food and supplements purchased via the Liver King affiliate marketing program. Finally, there was me, an infrequent yogi who never qualified for fitness bro status because my guilty pleasure is laughing at the Liver King’s TikTok videos while lounging on the couch eating carbs.