9:30 AM class: Rajashree
I know I drink between poses, when I don't really need to. I know it's an emotional crutch. I don't care. I'll nurse that frozen water bottle like a baby if I want to.
Nyaah.
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Dispatches from Bikram Yoga teacher training
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