I soon realized that my yoga mat brands me as a person who is open, friendly and approachable. I owe you—”“You don’t owe me a thing but you can do me a favor.” I still see her now and then, racing around with her yoga mat and a pack of new friends. ManStanding at a corner, held in limbo by a DON’T WALK sign, a sparkly-eyed pop-pop on my left leans closer. “You know, yoga might be good for you, too.”