 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
She was a fairly active person, used the multi-purpose training room as often as she felt the urge (which was at least weekly), plus had a gym at home that had been initially installed for the prior spouse but that she certainly got use from now. So when she first heard the murmurings of this fitness event that would be hosted on Level Seven, it was a no brainer that she would make the time to attend. She hadn't paid much attention to what type of fitness, so appearing at the door and spotting the YOGA sign was just icing on the cake.
With the rare genuine smile, Rosemary entered through the doorway, bright green workout set already changed into so she didn't have to get her normal work clothes all sweaty, and immediately selected a sky blue mat to set up all of her stuff. 'Stuff' being her water bottle and a foam brick she had nabbed on her way, just in case. Her lower back had been giving her trouble lately, which was something she preferred to hide lest anyone start to thinking she was seeming... old. The horror.
Crossing her legs into a seated position on the mat, she went ahead and began to slowly do circles with her upper body, keeping her bum planted in one place on the ground in an effort to loosen up whilst she waited for the rest of the er... 'class'.
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