Six months ago, if someone had mentioned yoga, I would instantly have zoned out and a dream bubble would have appeared in which I would be nestled on my couch wearing my yoga pants probably watching reruns of Friends , definitely eating Häagen-Dazs Rocky Road. Is it just me, or is the remote always a few inches beyond your grasp when you need it!? What’s up with that?
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Article excerpt posted on Sidelinesnews.com from The Offside.