“Come In. Exhale. Leave Better.” reads the website for what looks like a day spa on a cruise ship. Think 30-something year old women with cucumber slices in their eyes and looks on their faces that fall somewhere in between determined and constipated. So, in searching for an exercise class for a Sunday morning spent at home (my parents and brother live in Connecticut), I was a bit hesitant to commit to a place called “Exhale” (as you will learn, I tend to prefer studios which inflict physical pain with instructors who remind me of the high school gym teachers who would scream “get on my level” in my face when I couldn’t do pushup #5). But I’m all about trying new things, so to Exhale I went.