in following his video. Maybe, I'd put a bra on and wash my hair and wear long sleeves, but maybe not. I think I could put a smile on his face. He'd be oh so polite. I'd serve him English black tea.
I committed to yoga by buying a mat and a block. Originally, I thought the carpet would be enough, but the truth is that you slide on the carpet. I refused to buy specialty workout clothes, but found what I'm wearing in a bottom drawer along with my swimming suit and goggles.
I should commit to losing twenty pounds, but I haven't put that on the list yet.
Thank you, Syl Carson, for inviting me to Monday morning yoga class. Maybe, when I've practiced enough with old Rodney . . .
|Look, I can move my foot.|
|I'm either falling or talking to the floor. |
|Why am I leaning?|
|Is this a yoga pose?|
|Notice the position of the legs--bahhaaaaah!|