Yoga is better than pants

Since moving to New York more than a year and a half ago, I have been trying to find a yoga studio that suited my needs. I'm not a real yogi. I don't pretend to look good in or afford Lulu Lemon. I need a studio that makes me sweat. That makes me ache for days and that makes me want to come back for more. I had that in Cleveland. I would go at least once a week, sweat out my life, and come back for more whenever I could. A few months ago I got an email from my Cleveland studio bidding farewell to a teacher who was moving to NYC to work at a new Baptiste studio here. I have never been more excited. Within an hour I had friended and emailed this teacher on facebook. With my broken foot I was unable to participate until this weekend. Saturday morning was my first class and I was WAY out of practice. It felt amazing, and I remembered how much I missed it!
I couldn't leave without knowing I would be back. I bought the new students $79 for unlimited classes for 30 days. I went home and immediately went back to Nordstrom Rack where I had just bought new jeans for the same price and returned them. Nothing feels better than Baptiste Yoga. Not even a new pair of jeans!