The clock at the front of the room read 11:48. Fuck, this felt too risky. What had I been thinking?? I hadn’t really, at least not with my brain. It seemed like such a good idea last week. A true inspiration. I had been looking forward to this moment since the moment I walked out of the studio last week. But now? It felt fucking stupid and ridiculous. And uncomfortable. I shifted on the yoga mat, trying to surreptitiously...