Oi! Yoga for the first time in months...ouch!

I did yoga for the first time today in a couple months and I am pretty sure that I pulled my armpit muscle. I got use to a fat yoga class that was both challenging and restorative. Unfortunately due to my new work schedule I can't make it those classes, so I was stuck with a gym class.

It wasn't awful. It was a small class. The instructor was more woo than gym rat, which I totally appreciated. There was no body diversity in the class, which was a bummer. Otherwise it was an ok replacement for what I really wanted. And truthfully, my body has been telling me for a few weeks now that it needs to move.

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There are so many reasons why I should hate this photo, but I don't.

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