Yoga Class, Three Years Later
Yoga Class, Three Years LaterI passed the place where clients dropped their keys while working out and said, “Hi” to the towel guy, and smoothie server. The place was quiet this early in the morning, the lights off, the floors neatly swept. I passed the new line of gym clothes I’d decided to carry after consulting with Noah. As per usual his business instincts were correct. My gym was now the favorite spot in town for yoga, one year after he encouraged me to open it. We had five studios total, two racquetball courts, a Pilates studio, a roller rink, of course, and extensive weight room with personal trainers. At last, I found my calling, and it kept me pretty chill being able to work out as often as I wanted.
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