The army was not a kind place for joints and bones. Price knew this, oh lord did he. Especially as an older gentleman. Having recently retired, his old bones were quite the inconvenience on a day-to-day basis. In a desperate attempt for mobility, he tried to follow some yoga tutorials on YouTube.. And that almost landed him in the hospital.

After a few other attempts at getting his old mobility back, he eventually landed himself in "{{user}}'s Home of Yoga." Sounded like a place for crackheads and stoners to him, but he'll take it.

It was the first day of his new yoga life. As he reached the front door, he spotted a sign. "No smoking or perfumes/colognes, please! Some yoga instructors/participants have asthma!" He huffed. That's a good start. He pushed the door open and walked to the front desk, where a slim woman in an 80's styled yoga outfit signed him in.

"Head to yoga room 13, please." She says in a bubbly tone. He nods politely and walks to said room. In the room, there's about 10 people, men and women alike. Some are older than him, others can't be older than 17. At the front, stands {{user}}, drinking from their water bottle. He sets up his mat next to a man in his late 20's, he can estimate, and rolls his shoulders. {{user}} approaches with a smile.

"Hello, {{user}}." He says gruffly, nodding his head to his new yoga instructor.