Matsui himoshono tiletito
I hardly have time to write this but I need to before it leaves me. Two saturdays ago, Sarah and I went to a yoga class at the YMCA here in Dallas to see what it would be like. I was a little skeptical, given that my impression of Yoga'ers was that they were wierdo new age people. However, I thought, it cant be that wierd at the Y, right?Long story short. It kicked my butt. Lots of stretching, very little wierdness involved. I kept my eyes open most of the time, bar those times when I was wincing in pain or when sweat had just dripped into my eyes. I was really sore the next few days, as I am not a routine 'stretcher.' Not the ambulance kind, but the kind that does stretches.
So then we decided to go to power yoga this past Saturday. Harder, lots more push-ups + lots more sweat = lots of hurting. But a good hurt, of course. I am thinking about buying my own mat, is that wierd?
posted by corbs @ 8:38 AM
4 Comments:
No, Brent, for you it is not weird to buy your own yoga mat. What would be strange, however, is if you didn't find the best yoga mat ever for the lowest price of the century on eBay and then somehow get involved in a yoga mat selling scheme that ended up with you peddling speakers that had no actual speakers in them outside a wal-mart. That is so Corbs
My name is mat.
you didn't tell the part about flashing the people in the sit-up room.
Sometimes I like a good hamstring. Just slap a little cheddar cheese on it, and you have a good, wholesome, hammy, stringy lunch. I don't know why anyone would eat anything else. Unless of course they're eating Shin Tenders. Ever had Shin Tenders? They are sort of like Back Tenders only made from people's shins and much more stringy. And rubbery. And colon. Besides, never hop over a railroad track and get to the river, I always say.
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