Yesterday, I messed up the schedule and thought I was going to a yoga class. Turns out I was 45 minutes early and ended up in a Barre Burn class (think plies, lunges, legs, legs, legs and NO stretching). So as I wobble down the stairs, I decide to hit the mats and do some yoga solo. I needed a huge stretch after that class, so I am in a twisty pose and I hear, "Excuse me, are you in a circus troupe or something?" I look over and it's Amare Stoudemire. Ha! So that's my crazy gym story. I now have a new "truth" in that ice-breaker game where you give 2 truths and a lie. "I was mistaken for a circus performer by Amare Stoudemire." Not bad.