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Ty’s face breaks out in a huge smile as he steps forward, wrapping his arms around me as I jump on him with a whoop of excitement.
“LFA?” Tim asks excitedly as he and Jake set their tools down and come over to join us.
“Yeah,” Ty says with a grin as he turns to face them, his arm still around me. “We’re in.”
“And big breath in…”
I breathe in through my nose as I lift my arms over my head, appreciating the gentle stretch for my sore ribs.
“And breathe out while bringing your fingers down to your toes…”
“Uh, yeah, sorry babe. That ain’t happening.”
I look over at Seb as he reaches down for his toes, not even coming close. And I chuckle, as I look down at my own toes which seem so far away…
Rosa looks behind her, her gaze scanning the row of six men on yoga mats, who are definitely not able to touch their toes and probably never will.
“Ok,” she says with a chuckle, “just… as far as you can.” She turns around placing her hands on the mat and steps forward with one foot, in one swift, graceful move like a fucking ninja. “Now bring your right foot forward between your hands on the mat.”
“Oh yeah, that’s easier,” Elijah mutters, then grunts as he swings his leg forward and doesn’t even make it halfway to his hands.
“Then lower your hips to the mat,” Rosa says, either oblivious or choosing to ignore the clusterfuck going on behind her.
I look over at Ty as he wiggles his foot forward on the mat with a grimace, and tries to bring his hips low.
“Yeah…” I say as I watch him. “Just like that…”
“Fuck off,” he grunts as he keeps his eyes on Rosa and tries to recreate this fucking impossible move.
And at this point, I’ve given up. I lay down on my stomach and prop my chin up in my hands while I watch the show. If I was to continue that contortionist shit, I’d probably pop a hip out.
“Am I supposed to feel a burning in the back of my leg?” Adão asks as he looks around at us all with panic in his eyes.
“Breathe into it,” Rosa says as she lifts her arms in the air and takes a deep breath.
Adão rolls his eyes, dramatically mouthing, “Oh, ok,” as he attempts to adjust himself and almost falls over.
Noah winces as he holds his pose, pretty damn close to getting it. “And how long do we hold this for?”
A laugh sounds behind us, and we all look over our shoulder to see Max standing with his arms crossed, watching us.
“I might have to put this into weekly training plans moving forward,” he says.
Rosa stands and turns around to face us all. “Yeah, you should.” She gestures to us all in a row before her, trying to get out of her weird pretzel move. “This is fucking sad.”
Max laughs again, watching as Elijah stands up and groans, rubbing his hips as he shakes a leg out. “Well, I was going to say I’m happy to see you’re not all pushing yourselves too far too soon, but…”
“Look,” Seb shakes his head and points to the mat, “there’s flexibility, and then there’s that. That won’t be happening again.”
Rosa rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “Don’t be a baby about it.”
Max holds up a hand with a smile. “Ok, yoga and flexibility aside… how are we all feeling about your LFA acceptances?”
We all erupt in cheers and whoops of excitement, and I smile around at everyone. Every single one of us is accepted to fight in LFA in Vegas. It’s unusual to have so many fighters in one event from one team, but… we’re the fucking best.
“I figured,” Max laughs. “You all deserve it.” He looks around at all of us with a proud look on his face. “Take the next couple days to finish healing, and train light in cardio… or yoga.” A few groans sound from around the room, and he just chuckles. “But most of all take some time to have some fun and relax this week. You’re already in peak condition from Dallas, so we’ll be maintaining that over the next four weeks.” He pauses for a moment, looking down at the yoga mats. “And don’t pull any muscles.”
I laugh and turn to face Ty as Seb and Rosa fall into an argument about yoga, each of them pulling at a mat while Seb tries to put it away and Rosa tells him he needs to breathe more.
