Move, Breathe and FIGHT

"Move!  Move!  Move!  Keep moving!  You stop moving you dead!  You stop breathing you dead!  Smile!  No grumpy!  Happy!"  

The words streamed out of this enigma taking the form of a small, amazingly fit Balinese man, sporting a long grey beard, in a tank top and blue pants standing on the platform in the center of the room - the guru who was leading this Sunday morning yoga class.  

The words flowed out over the full room, urging me on, as the sweat trickled down my spine, down my chest, down my face.  My cotton yoga pants had gotten looser and started to sag as they had absorbed more and more moisture during the class, and now were also annoyingly sticking to my legs and binding my movements.  ​
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