It was 10 a.m. on a hot, humid Tuesday in August when I decided I could finally relax. After a frantic weekend of finishing a big story — and typing so much that my forearms tingled — I needed to decompress.
I placed my phone on do not disturb, turned on my air conditioner and blissfully spent an hour contorting myself into various poses on the yoga mat next to my bed.
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