3.17 First day

I rarely got nervous, but my nerves got the best of me as I waited for sims to show up for my first yoga class. I paced, stood up, and sat down over and over as the minutes ticked by. If only I could have known I’d choose the hottest day of the year for outdoor activities. To be honest, I wouldn’t blame anyone for not showing up because it was pretty dangerous to be outside, especially if someone wasn’t dressed appropriately. But that didn’t stop me from wanting at least one brave soul.

Finally, the top of the hour arrived, and it was time to start, but my living room was still empty. I trudged outside with my shoulders deflated to get in place, hoping stragglers would franticly dash in. Did I not promote enough? Should I have invited more sims? I knew this was a new venture and it would take a while to gain some traction, but not even one sim? Maybe it was too early in the day. Yeah, most sims had regular jobs and couldn’t come even if they wanted to. Next time I’d try an evening class. Or maybe I could run both a morning and an evening class to give everyone access. It’s not like I had anything else to do.

Five minutes went by, and I started to call it quits. But Mama came out with him in tow, looking quite guilty.

“Don’t be mad,” she said. “We just want to support you.”

I can’t lie. I was a little bit mad at her for bringing him. But I couldn’t stay mad. Mama had been my number one fan since day one. I should have known she would show up and be the audience of one I wanted. Ol clumsy cowplant breath paid for his spot, so I couldn’t stay mad at him either. What if he came to all my classes? I probably should find out his name, but it was more fun making up insulting nicknames.

Because it was just the three of us, and we were not beginners, I tried something a little more difficult. I knew Mama could do it because she was way better than me. Mr. Wannabe Yogi may have had the skills, but I highly doubted that. Turned out I was right because he did the alternate pose every time. Yoga was not a competitive sport, but I totally felt like Mama and I were kicking his ass!

After the routine was over, Mama smiled shyly and went back into the house. I caught her before she got too far away.

“Hey, Mama?”

“What’s up, buddy?”

“Thanks for coming.”

Her smile widened back to normal.

“Of course! I’d come to all your classes, but I wouldn’t want to take up a mat.”

“I appreciate that.”

She went back in the house and left me thinking about how amazing she was. Did she know it? I wasn’t exactly the best at expressing it. One day, I’d find a way to let her know.