On a cliff at dawn in janice griffith comp, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with janice griffith comp,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “janice griffith comp, janice griffith comp, janice griffith comp!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “janice griffith comp” bliss.