which was wonderfully apparent when more than one managed Bakasana despite the steady ocean current.
I had a great time — executed wheel pose for a few breaths, admired baby seals enjoying their own Savasanas on nearby rocks, and, after all was said and done, sat for a moment with one of the women in my group. We chatted between sips of water. She asked what brought me to the meetup. I told her I was practicing the art of attraction — finding my partner in the process of doing things I already enjoyed. She smiled, kindly, clear that she understood. In fact, the reason she came was to make new friends. She’d just relocated from the midwest and, while the move was welcome, it was also stressful because all of her friends were miles away. She figured whether she made a friend or not, at least she’d spend her free time doing something she enjoyed. To your point, she said, either way I’m full. I couldn’t disagree with that.
In that spirit, I attended two more meetups. No surprise, my hiking and running groups were also testosterone-free — but you know what I couldn’t help but think? I am full. Right now, that’s good enough for me.
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