Death by Yoga

I do not consider myself to be a particularly paranoid person, but today I became acutely aware of something: my yoga teacher is trying to kill me. 

I just had this hunch from the beginning of class today that death was looming in the room. It was confirmed when we did not even get to start in child's pose, and from the fact that I am convinced she was giving me the evil "stink-eye" as she peered back at me through the mirror. 

And then it started, her attempt to take my life. 

Her weapon: the endless series of hover-plank-hover-up dog:

HOVER...

PLANK...

HOVER...

UP DOG...

Seriously? I mean does she not know that it was spring break this week, and that most of us had been lazily laying on the beach sipping pinas all day? 

Ok, well I hadn't. But didn't she know everyone else had?

I guess i just wanted to write this post to let all my faithful readers (I guess this just really means mom...but whatever), that I narrowly escaped death this morning around 11:55 am. But I did escape nonetheless. 

However, if you do not hear from me after next Saturday around noon, here is a clue:

It was Kari...In the Yoga Room...

With the Chair...

Namaste-

Caroline