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Goat Yoga
It’s Not about the Poses
Goat Yoga Comes to Pflugerville
A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine moved into a new apartment complex. While I visited, he mentioned that they were having Goat Yoga on the last Friday in October.
I couldn’t help myself. I squealed. Goats? Yoga?
He grinned and asked me if I wanted to participate.
Hello! What was his first clue?
It was a Cold and Blustery Day
Friday, October 25th arrived with a cold front. The temperature had dipped overnight from the 80s to the 50s. Seriously. On October 24th the high was 84 degrees. On October 25th, it was 55 and overcast.
I mentioned to friends I was going to do Goat Yoga that night.
“I hope it’s indoors,” was the response.
Of course it wasn’t. I mean, these are goats. As far as I knew, they weren’t potty trained.
We Arrive at Goat Yoga Dressed for the Cold
I wore thermal underwear beneath my yoga pants. My friend decided to sport a serape. We headed for the grassy area where the event would take place.
