My first week of yoga, I was feeling very virtuous. Beer? Nah, I’m trying to stay hydrated. Up early for yoga class? Nothing I’d rather do. The only problem is, I spent the last three years living pretty indolently, exercising only incidentally (the hills on the walk to and from work, sitting up to grab some more corn chips, etc). So today it’s catching up to me. I was up and at yoga at 8:15, and I sweated through and twisted into all sorts of different shapes (which, in a room heated to 110 degrees is a bit like trying to wrestle with a dolphin), but since them I’ve been pretty much useless — barely pulling together enough to get schoolwork done, take a nap, and drink yet more water (being a dolphin takes a lot out of you). There’s only so much virtue a girl can take.