The natural athlete and eternal all-star. If yoga had a varsity team, Rory would be the captain. Always in classes and never complaining—yes, we’re all just a teeny bit jealous.

He’s here for a good time, not the whole time—or so he thought. Spoiler: He might just surprise himself.

The cheerleader we didn’t know we needed. She made sure everyone got on the mat, and STAYED there.

Lasted exactly one session. He came, he saw, he did not conquer.

Owed Divi a favor. Letitia’s still not sure how her casual "sure, I’ll come to yoga sometime" turned into a 10-day saga with more ups and downs than cats and cows.

That’s me! Self-made captain of this crew-- they say every group needs a leader, and well, someone had to pretend to cry if nobody participated. Emotional blackmail? Maybe. Effective? Absolutely.