being a couch potato has its perks
The wind has been whipping through the gorge, knocking branches down and squelching my plans to go for a long walk today. I could brave the gym, but my workout partner is packing for Disneyland, and going alone just stinks. Without distractions, I am bound to stare at the clock the entire time, suffering a slow death.
Today is a perfect day for yoga.
[I brought along some fine actors, to aid in the reenactment.]
(Pink-haired Barbie was a total diva; she was fired. I'm sure I'll be hearing from her union.)
I pulled out my mat. Put on a DVD and....
(I don't recall smiling.)
whoa, whoa, aaaaagggghhhhh
fell to the ground.
Oops.
Zack + Dusting with Pledge = Treacherous Yoga Studio
I have a new strategy for tomorrow:
I think stretching my fingers over the remote has got to count for something.
Today is a perfect day for yoga.
[I brought along some fine actors, to aid in the reenactment.]
(Pink-haired Barbie was a total diva; she was fired. I'm sure I'll be hearing from her union.)
I pulled out my mat. Put on a DVD and....
(I don't recall smiling.)
whoa, whoa, aaaaagggghhhhh
fell to the ground.
Oops.
Zack + Dusting with Pledge = Treacherous Yoga Studio
I have a new strategy for tomorrow:
I think stretching my fingers over the remote has got to count for something.
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Comments
It got all wonky and wrong.
Hey guess what - I've 'volunteered' (I get sub pay) to sit in with the yoga class tomorrow morning because the teacher will be out. HA! I only have to push "play" on the DVD player with a precise, calm finger movement. Joy.
I tried Yoga for about a week. I felt horribly out of place and my classmates, even after a year of doing the exercises, didn't look all that great... so I figured, heck, I might as well be a couch potato if I'm gonna end up looking the same.
I'm a huge fan of Dr. Oz, and he says women (especially) need to lift weights to maintain muscle mass (such that it is).