I went to yoga tonight without Cara. And yet I didn't. It was
at Fat Bottom Brewery, like it is every Tuesday night. Chris
Byford, one of the instructors, greeted me as I arrived and
asked how I was enjoying the bachelor life. We agreed it was
a boring one indeed. Not sure where his wife Mandi was this
evening. After I grabbed some beer to drink during
my practice Justine, one of Cara's friends from Vanderbilt,
arrived. We chatted about how Cara's doing in Bergen and what
the kids are up to. She set up her mat behind me and then yoga
started. It was a really full house and half the people were
new. Chris is a local yoga favorite though, and tends to draw
a crowd. He is a great yoga instructor, bringing a strong
mental component to the practice, buuuuuuut he's also over 6
feet tall and incredibly good looking. And 90-95% of the class
was female, so I think that might be a factor.
Yoga is a bit like church in that they encourage you to
introduce yourself to strangers at the start of the ceremony.
Next to me tonight was a Cara. She even spelled it with a C!
And she was excited to learn that my wife also did, because
Caras with C are a rare breed indeed. So with Cara to my left
and Josh to my right, we sweated in the 91 degree Nashville
heat and held eachother up. I have never officially done hot
yoga, but the unairconditioned brewery spaces should probably
count. I got very, very sweaty. I had to take off my glasses
pretty early on. Cara joked that she was wet when Chris had
us say something inappropriate and took off hers, and Josh
gave out some sweaty hugs.
As a finale, we did a staring exercise with the row behind us
and I'm pretty sure I beat Justine. Maybe. She has a pretty
intense gaze. Afterward Justine introduced me as "Cara's
husband" to her friend Rachel, and Rachel obviously knew who
my wife was and admired her. I've always joked that that is
how history will remember me, as the husband of one of the
most intense and brillant women to ever inhabit this planet.
As I bid them farewell, Justine
said she hoped to see me again before I go, and I complained
about packing. There is a lot of packing left to do. Then I
headed home.
Tennessee is home. Everywhere I go I see people I know. We've
moved to Tennessee 3 times now, and I feel like it will
probably happen again. Regardless, I will
continue coming back here for as long as I live.
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