Yogi. Me, Not the Bear.

A couple of months ago I decided to become a frequent participant in "Aquafit" at my gym. For those of you assuming it was an easy class meant for the elderly... you're not wrong. There was never any consistency between instructors and the I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be yawning/falling asleep during a "workout". I somehow managed to convince my lovely friend Sarah (find her at Little Fish Livin') to attend these aquafit classes with me. So naturally I felt a sense of responsibility to get us into a class that would challenge us physically... which lets be honest, wasn't hard to do.

Enter Yoga.