Namaste at home

Carmen showed up at 2pm with a yoga mat under her arm and way too much confidence. “How hard can it be?” she said. “We run five miles. Yoga’s just stretching.”

Twelve minutes later we’re both sprawled on the living room floor, defeated by something called “warrior three.” The instructor on her phone kept saying things like “breathe into your intention” while demonstrating poses that definitely require more flexibility than either of us possess.

Namaste at home

We spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch, eating leftover pizza and watching the instructor bend herself into impossible shapes. “Maybe we start with beginner beginner yoga,” Carmen suggested, scrolling through different videos.

The instructor made it look so easy

Next week we’re sticking to running.