Diary of an Ex-Employee - Day 2.1

I have joined the ranks of the non-925ers.

Today I went to an 8:30 yoga class.

No executive women prancing in to the locker room in high heels with their gym kit in a designer holdall. No 40ish balding men pushing themselves harder than they should, making ooomph noises on the weight machines.

Nope.

Housewives and retirees.

For the men especially, clothing was far, far less trendy. See the older gentleman in the light grey, loose tracksuit pants, waistband just under his nipples, bottom of the legs tucked into his socks.

For the women, hair was far more messy. See the two women with the flyaway, uncombed, hair, expensive defrizzing sprays clearly no longer on the shopping list.

The atmosphere was wonderful - completely different to the worker bee gym hours.

Voices were lower, movements were slower, this was not a place for stress. Also, people clearly knew each other, chatting and catching up, waving greetings as they laid their mats out.

The class was soft, stretchy, sweet and destressing.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrfect.