If you would have asked why I was home so early, I would have told you that I couldn't sit in yoga, even for a minute. That I couldn't listen to my breathing or find a comfortable position or deal with the fact that I could see my reflection in the glass window across from my mat.
I would have told you that I was having an anxiety attack, and had to get the hell home. That I got up and left as quickly as I could, alarming the instructor who followed me outside to make sure I was okay.
Which I wasn't....
You would have known all this when I walked in the door and called to you and you said "WHAT!?' and my name with so much disdain and annoyance.