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Yoga Swap Confession #1

“Bro, yoga’s just stretching. How hard can it be?”

Famous last words.

My girlfriend dragged me to her morning class. I rolled my eyes, flexed a bit, and told her I’d dominate it. The instructor — this calm, smiley woman with a voice like warm tea — welcomed us in, lit some incense, and said we’d be trying a “chakra-alignment mantra” today.

Cool, whatever. I mumbled the words. Then everything tilted.

Now I’m walking out of that same class... but not as me. I’m her. The instructor. Tight joggers, soft top, yoga mat over my shoulder, green juice in hand — the whole deal.

I can feel the stretch in my legs. I can feel the breeze on my waist. And I just found out I have a beginner’s class to teach in ten minutes.

Oh, and my girlfriend? She didn’t switch. She’s laughing. Hard.

Namaste, I guess.

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