I love when there are
delicious berry and orange clouds.
I had a yoga class outdoors,
on the faux grass,
and it was a lot of fun.
The faux grass was very cushion-y.
We tumbled like toddlers,
trying to do headstands and other crazy positions
that would seem dangerous and impossible (to me) on a studio's wood floor.
I was the worst at yoga of the whole class of four students.
Everyone in my yoga classes seems to do it really seriously.
It's hard to relax,
which I thought was kind of the point
of doing yoga.
The point of these classes seems to breathe
I'm the only one that wears sweatpants.
I wear sweatpants because
those are the only exercise pants
that hide my panty lines.
Even the old man wears body-hugging shorts.
I just bought a bunch of hiphugger briefs
that will hopefully hide those lines.
I've invested in contacts for zumba classes.
I cannot bounce around with glasses sliding down my nose.
Exercising is nuts.