Yesterday morning, I was hit with the yoga truck. What is the yoga truck, you ask? It’s simple. The yoga truck is big and it will hit you. Shortly after it knocks you off of your feet, you hear the repetitious pangs of its reverse siren. Then it runs you over in reverse while you’re lying in a pool of your own sweat on the stifling concrete. After taking 23 classes in 15 days, the truck has arrived. My morning class was difficult this morning due to an achy back and some tight hamstrings, but by the time the evening came around, I was feeling better.