Yoga

“Hmmm,” I say to my sister, Julia, on Saturday morning, “This is weird. They’re only letting me sign up one guest pass, but I know that I have two total for this month. Let’s just get there early.”

“Okay,” she agrees. “Worst case scenario, one of us pays or Julia can get the free week.”

Corepower yoga gives their black tag members (me) 2 guest passes per month, and I want to take Julia and her friend Julia while they’re here this weekend. (To avoid confusion, from here on out they will be Sister Julia and Friend Julia. You’re welcome.)

We pull up to the studio 20 minutes early for our 8:30am class. I head straight to the woman at the desk and explain our predicament.

“Well, are you sure you have another one left?”

“Yes, I’m positive.” (I’ve been home for the last month. I haven’t been using my membership, let alone bringing any buddies.)

“Hmmm,” she says, clicking around on her computer. “Yeah, I’m not sure. My manager’s coming up in a second, I’ll have her look into it.”

Sister Julia, who is all signed up and ready to go, takes all three of our mats and heads downstairs to save our places as Friend Julia and I wait. “Take off your shoes before you go in there. Then put all your stuff in the locker room once you save spots. You’ll see it,” I call after her. Sister Julia loves instructions. True to form, I get a text as soon as she gets down there: “Is there a side of the room you prefer?” I laugh and ignore the text. She’ll figure it out.

The manager comes upstairs and the other woman explains the situation. They tinker together on the computer as more yogis continue to roll in. I can tell from the hushed tones and furrowed brows that they’re not any closer to a solution.

“What if…” I say, knowing that this may be crossing a line. “What if I just promise you that I won’t use my other pass before the end of March.”

The manager looks up at me. I can see her brain working through this. “You know what? Yes. Yep, go ahead. I’ll see you in class.”

Friend Julia and I thank her profusely and run downstairs, not quite believing our good luck. We even fist bump.

After a very good, very hard class, I make sure to thank the manager (and instructor!) as we’re leaving.

“No problem at all, it was so much fun to have the three of you in class!”

“It was such a good class!” I gush. “And these two’s first sculpt class ever!”

“Oh my gosh, no way,” she says. “I would’ve thought you were all sculpt enthusiasts. I was honestly watching the three of you the entire time thinking to myself, yeah, they can handle some more pulses in here.”

“Oh, we definitely felt those pulses.” Sister Julia says with a grin.

The three of us leave in extremely high spirits. How could we not when 2 of the 3 of us got a free class with LOTS of extra pulses?!