Yoga was not on the list of things that Bea enjoyed, now or before the zombie apocalypse began. She didn’t not enjoy it, but she’d only ever attended one or two classes in New York way back in high school. And only at the begging and behest of her friends group. Nothing, absolutely nothing about being in a room with a bunch of strangers trying to contort their bodies into unnatural poses had been attractive to her. Not even the lure of eventually getting to be extra bendy and agile could have made it more desirable.
But now, as far as apocalypse activities went this one wasn’t the worst option. Far from it actually, and she figured she could use some extra flexibility. So far she’d had a lot of luck when it came to looting and zombies, but it wouldn’t do any good to get out of shape, and end up zombie food. She really wasn’t looking to test out whether she was immune or not. She would have preferred kick-boxing, if she had been given a choice, but she wasn’t going to turn her nose up at the offer for free instruction in anything. She wasn’t a fool.
And even if now, standing at the back of the class she felt like an absolute idiot because she couldn’t even control her own balance, it still wasn’t the worst thing she could be doing with her Friday morning. Though she failed to understand how she could walk, jump, and fucking dance without any problem, but she couldn’t even keep herself from stumbling sideways when she was fucking stationary. Fantastic.
She hadn’t bothered to look around the rest of the room either, in case she really was the worst student in the class. Not that she cared what anyone else thought of her and her skills. Or lack of.
With a huff, she straightened at the bit of instruction from Leah, the woman who had organized the class. “Oh, is that what I’m doing wrong?” She asked somewhat dryly as she tightened her ponytail. Then, reworking her resolve she went back to the pose, taking into account Leah’s instruction but still wobbling to the left just a hair. “Explain to me how standing in one place can be so difficult, ‘cause hell if I understand it.” She adjusted the pose, glancing up at Leah briefly before wobbling again. “Fucking coordination.” And she huffed again, this time softer.