My New Favorite Yoga Instructor

She kept "correcting my form" during yoga, but what she did to me after class was next level.

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Now on to the good stuff…

So, for context: I climb. A lot. Which means I have zero flexibility. Like, I can hang off a cliff by my fingertips, but I can barely touch my toes. My climbing partner has been telling me for months to try yoga to balance things out. So today, like an idiot, I skipped the beginner class and signed up for an advanced hot yoga session. I figured, how hard can it be?

Famous last words, lmao.

The room was basically a sauna, and within two minutes I was dripping sweat. The instructor, Anja, was this tall, serene-looking woman with muscles that were just... carved. She moved with this insane grace while I was flopping around like a dying fish.

She noticed me struggling, of course…