Sunday is now Leslie and I do Yoga day. I'm a member of a gym that caters to all types...meaning there are plenty of people there who could be my grandparents. When we started yoga we thought "oh good, we won't be the worst ones in here... surely one of these sweet white haired ladies and gentlemen will be worse than us." False. They are all WAY more flexible and tenacious about their poses and it makes me look like a toddler rolling around in the back of the room. But fortunately yoga is all about the journey and they don't judge us (at least not out loud). Since I'm trying to learn to like running (by July 14th when I shall flee from Zombies!) I figure it's probably a good idea to do yoga now and then to stretch myself out each week so I don't wind up with massive ridiculous knots everywhere. And now I have the additional goal to get good enough at yoga to blend in with the retirees that kick my butt every Sunday...at least before I start to look too much like them...
Here's to you white haired lady who bends like Stretch Armstrong. Perhaps one day I will be on your level... perhaps one day.
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