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Virgin Vinyasa
Took the boyfriend to his very first yoga class on Saturday. Considered throwing him into some scary intense advanced class for kicks. Opted for what I thought would be a gentle initiation instead—Virgin Vinyasa at The Fierce Club—a weekly class for first time yogis. Brian, our unassuming-just-a-regular-guy-looking instructor, talked us through every movement. We covered all the essentials — Downward Dog, Plank, Chaturanga, Warrior 1, Warrior 2, Chair Pose, Sun Salutations. I lost my yoga virginity to a video back in high school, so I thought I'd breeze through. Turns out I was wrong— Brian is an ass-kicking yoga master who set my shoulders and thighs on fire. I looked over, and the boyfriend had that barely-holding-it-together shaky muscle look. Momentarily, I worried this would be his first and last yoga class. But no. Post-class discussion revealed he too loved Brian. The fact that class was hard wasn't a turn off, it was a draw. He's going back for more this week. Virgin Vinyasa — a total success.