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Slate was honestly REALLY glad to be out of his uniform, even if that meant yoga. He wasn't a big fan of all this weird stretching and posing, it felt like fake exercise, but, at the moment, it was different and different was good.
After the breathing exercise, he did as instructed and held his arms out. The okayness he was feeling just a few seconds was once again replaced with how he felt about yoga. It. Was. Not. His. Thing.
But here he was. WHOOOSH! Inhaaaale. Hooooooold. Moooooooore whoosh.
Pose numba one. He crossed his arms over his chest while standing straight. Dagaz. That was pretty easy. Now back to breathing.
Whoosh. While inhaling, he thought about how it would be much easier to not have to keep count of where he was. Four wasn't too bad but holding for seven was very specific. In fact, while he was thinking, his mind wandered enough to completely lose track.
That was fine right?
Probably.
Where was he now? He exhaled in something more of a puff rather than a whoosh. He next moved into a squatting position. Sowilo. (Which was really fun to say.)
Just one more now. He exhaled completely.
InhaleInhaleInhaleInhale. HoldHoldHoldHoldHoldHoldHold.
ExhaleWhooshExhaleWhooshExhaleWhooshExhaleWhoosh.
(Why did they have to breathe in a particular way again?)
He was back in his standing straight position. He then lifted one hand, bending it at the elbow, and placed it on his head. Wunjo.
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