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for the first time, i've gone to early morning yoga class two days in a row. new (to me) instructor. he may be my favorite. (thus far i like the male instructors best. i've almost always preferred male mentoring. there's probably a lot of therapy sessions there...)

i worked damn hard, but i am not broken. i even had that stupid grin endorphin thing going on. the creepy thing is that the more i go, the more i want to go. i'm not saying that i'm an exercise cult zombie yet. but i might understand.