You should really try yoga sometime. It's relaxing and a great stress reliever, plus it helps keep you tight and toned. Try it once and I swear you'll be addicted.
The words of her coworker replayed themselves through Amelia Thompson's mind as she pulled up to her local gym. She had been skeptical at first. Very skeptical. But after discussing it with her husband, who was somewhat of a fitness nut, and hearing his encouragement as well, she decided that it wouldn't hurt to try. Plus it'd probably do her good to get out of the house for something other than work. Her husband thought some "Amelia time" would do her good.
She had to try something. Amelia and her husband both worked full time jobs but were still having financial troubles. Her boss was constantly riding her ass about one thing or another on top of the big project she was working on. Her two year old was in the "terrible twos/potty training" stage. Amelia was stressed. And yoga had to be better than smoking, right?
God, she could use one of those right now. She and Stephen had given up the habit together shortly after they'd met 6 years ago. But that didn't mean she didn't have the occasional craving.
She sighed and stepped out of her car, grabbing her towel and water bottle. Amelia stood just over 5'5, but her petite frame was sported a rather curvy build. Her skin was fair, and in fact her coworker had also suggested she try to add some tanning bed time while she was at the gym. Amelia declined. She burned easily and had bad experiences with tanning beds in that regard. Her hair was dark and long, pulled back in a neat bun to accentuate the soft features of her face. Her eyes were a warm brown with sparkling flecks of green and a few freckles scattered lightly over her button nose and cheeks.
She'd carefully chosen her outfit for her first day. A pair of black yoga pants that unintentionally accentuated the curve of her rounded ass, a fitted blue sports tank that clung to her ample chest and simple white sneakers. She took deep breath and walked into the gym.
Amelia walked into the room where her yoga class was being held 5 minutes before its start time. There were already several women there, with their yoga mats and water bottles, chatting with the other women or stretching out. They were obviously no longer novices.
Feeling a bit intimidated, Amelia signed in and chose a spot near the back of the room. She hadn't brought her own yoga mat so she chose one from the back of the room. She wondered vaguely how often they were cleaned or sanitized and made a mental note to buy her own if she decided to come back.
Glancing around at a few of the other women, she laid out her mat and sat down to stretch out, waiting for class to begin.
The words of her coworker replayed themselves through Amelia Thompson's mind as she pulled up to her local gym. She had been skeptical at first. Very skeptical. But after discussing it with her husband, who was somewhat of a fitness nut, and hearing his encouragement as well, she decided that it wouldn't hurt to try. Plus it'd probably do her good to get out of the house for something other than work. Her husband thought some "Amelia time" would do her good.
She had to try something. Amelia and her husband both worked full time jobs but were still having financial troubles. Her boss was constantly riding her ass about one thing or another on top of the big project she was working on. Her two year old was in the "terrible twos/potty training" stage. Amelia was stressed. And yoga had to be better than smoking, right?
God, she could use one of those right now. She and Stephen had given up the habit together shortly after they'd met 6 years ago. But that didn't mean she didn't have the occasional craving.
She sighed and stepped out of her car, grabbing her towel and water bottle. Amelia stood just over 5'5, but her petite frame was sported a rather curvy build. Her skin was fair, and in fact her coworker had also suggested she try to add some tanning bed time while she was at the gym. Amelia declined. She burned easily and had bad experiences with tanning beds in that regard. Her hair was dark and long, pulled back in a neat bun to accentuate the soft features of her face. Her eyes were a warm brown with sparkling flecks of green and a few freckles scattered lightly over her button nose and cheeks.
She'd carefully chosen her outfit for her first day. A pair of black yoga pants that unintentionally accentuated the curve of her rounded ass, a fitted blue sports tank that clung to her ample chest and simple white sneakers. She took deep breath and walked into the gym.
Amelia walked into the room where her yoga class was being held 5 minutes before its start time. There were already several women there, with their yoga mats and water bottles, chatting with the other women or stretching out. They were obviously no longer novices.
Feeling a bit intimidated, Amelia signed in and chose a spot near the back of the room. She hadn't brought her own yoga mat so she chose one from the back of the room. She wondered vaguely how often they were cleaned or sanitized and made a mental note to buy her own if she decided to come back.
Glancing around at a few of the other women, she laid out her mat and sat down to stretch out, waiting for class to begin.