I had an epiphany so strong; it awoke me from sleep and sat me up in bed. I was a freelancer. The spa did not employ me. Rude girl might be an employee, but that had nothing to do with me. If the spa wanted to play dirty, I could play too. It was very early when I had this thought, but I got up to make it to the spa right when they opened so I could start a class immediately. When she arrived and saw my name on the schedule, she ran into the studio, demanding to know what I was doing.
I shrugged.
“You should have gotten here earlier.”
My students began to trickle in, so she backed off.
“This isn’t over,” she said.
Only two guys showed up, and when the top of the hour came, I got started. Unlike her predecessor, at least she had the decency to stand in the back and watch me at work. I put on a show for her too and pulled out all my good moves.
She looked like she wasn’t impressed, but I knew she was just fronting. I even tried a handstand, which was a ballsy move, seeing as I hadn’t tried it since the beginning of the summer. I fell flat on my back and never tried it again because I knew I needed to skill up. But I was confident I could do it that day, and guess what? I did it! I did finally did it!
And get this. The old man in the class was right there with me. If anyone needed proof that yoga kept you young and limber, there it was. I hoped he kept coming to class.
