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Aspen’s melodic–and evil–voice cued our moves. Since I had no idea what most of what she said meant, I kept one eye on Mallory. And because watching her bend and move was hot as fuck. But I was too miserable to appreciate how flexible she was.
Plank I could do. I held myself at the top of a push up.
“Go through your flow and meet in downward dog.”
I lost count of how many times she said that, and I still didn’t have it. Watching Mallory again, I lowered myself into a low pushup, then up in a weird stretchy sphinx pose, then shifted back, ass up and into downward dog.
From the thirty other times or so we’d been in this position, I knew Aspen would hold us here for at least a few seconds. I took those few moments to turn my head and gaze, upside down, at Mallory, only to discover she was looking at me.
And smiling. Grinning, really. Then she gave me that same funny face when I’d told the first graders at the assembly about communicable diseases.
I couldn’t help but grin back.
“Doing okay?” she asked.
“This is fucking hard,” I replied, shifting my palms on the mat.
“It’s fun,” she replied. Her long hair was up in a sloppy bun on top of her head and her cheeks were flushed from exertion.
I was sweating like a pig.
“Is it extra hot in here?”
“Yeah, it’s not quite hot yoga, but the heat’s turned up.”
Who the hell turned the heatupfor a workout? “Why?”
“To make you sweat,” she said, but probably wanted to add onDuh.
“Right leg up and back,” Aspen cued.
Mallory stuck her right leg up and out behind her. I followed.
“Bring it up, curl knee to nose.”
I brought my knee up underneath me but there was no way in hell it was getting anywhere near my nose. I wasn’t that flexible, and I felt my core quiver at the attempt. I grunted and Mallory laughed.
I got frustrated and growled.
Mallory kept right on laughing.
“Plant your foot, Warrior Two.”
I looked to Mallory and followed. She came up into a stance with her front leg bent, back leg straight out behind, arms up and out at shoulder height, moving almost effortlessly.
I was lightheaded and sweat dripped down my temples. I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and wiped my face.
“Peaceful Warrior.”
Mallory leaned back, stuck her right arm straight up.
I grunted at the flex in my back when I mimicked her.
“Extended side angle.”
Mallory dropped her arm and leaned forward, rested her elbow on her right knee.
I copied her again. “You do this all the time?” I murmured.
