“Okay, we should get going,” she says, swiping a napkin across her mouth.
We head downtown to a small yoga studio. There are six people in the workshop, including Melanie and me.
“This is pretty…exclusive,” I whisper to Melanie as we get settled on our mats. “How did you find this?”
“I have my ways,” she smiles slyly.
I pull my hair into a messy bun.
“Can you do a headstand?” I ask.
“No,” she says. “But I haven’t tried much. I mostly just go to the basic flow classes at my gym the day after a game.”
“Well, you might be strong enough to invert,” I reply. “See how you feel.”
“How often do you do yoga?” she asks.
“Every day, pretty much. Mornings before work on the weekdays. And then I try and get to a few classes a week at least.”
“Mornings!” She smiles. “You live farther from work
