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11 July 2017

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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