Alice West (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bestwest) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} genome_project,@ 2012-05-28 10:32:00 |
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What: Going to the wrong yoga class
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Gym
Rating: TBD
With the office closed for the holiday, Alice had earned herself the right to sleep in. Of course, her version of sleeping in wasn't quite like most people's, and she only made it until about 8:00 before her body insisted on waking her up. It was still much later, however, than her usual yoga class, and seeing as she had all day to herself, she ran a few errands, and in the afternoon, decided she'd get a session in anyway, even if it wasn't her usual morning routine.
As she walked into the studio, Alice realized immediately that something was off. For one thing, there was a different, impossibly toned instructor. For another... every single person resting on their mats looked old enough to be her mother. Actually, now that she was looking closer, a fair lot of them could pass for her grandmother.
Alice could feel the eyes in the room turn to stare at her and swallowed thickly, letting out a small, nervous laugh. She couldn't exactly leave now. She was quite clearly dressed for a yoga class, and her yoga mat was guiltily clenched in her hands.
Slowly, she moved into the room, choosing a spot in the back left corner in hopes of being as inconspicuous as possible.
Well, this was going to be interesting.