On Monday, we did the most “big city” thing that I’ve ever done: rooftop yoga.
We got a membership to the YMCA on Saturday. We went to our first class today. We can’t stop complaining about how sore we are.
There’s a stickie note on my wall that reads, “Do yoga.” It’s been there for about a month. There are about 20 more stickie notes on the wall to the left of this one. Most of them are telling me to do something. I wrote them all.