I have a smidge of social anxiety disorder so this yoga class I have in a few minutes is suddenly freaking me out a little. At lunch when I was working out (yes, I lifted weights for 45 minutes today after running nearly 8 miles yesterday....it's almost summer, and none of my cute shorts are gonna fit), I inquired as to the attendance (six were signed up last week). Sixteen! "One other gentleman," I was informed. I'm not sure why I'm anxious. I guess that's why it's a disorder. Anyway, I'm sure it'll be fine. Right?
UPDATE: I'm back. And it was all very nice and relaxing. Although I'm not really a rank beginner, I'm new to taking a class, as were a few others, so the instructor really eased us into it. I like feeling advanced and gifted no matter what I'm doing, so I couldn't have asked for a better start. Well, I guess it wouldn't have hurt if the other gentleman had shown. And ladies, ladies, ladies, you knew you were going to be taking your socks off. Would it have killed you to tend to the dogs a bit before you showed up? I'm not suggesting you have a pedicure, but a little lotion? Some dusting powder? It smelled like someone opened a bag of Fritos in there.