Aug 272013
Laugh away, fellas…
My wife can talk me into just about anything. As proof, I submit the above. I went with her to a yoga class the other night, because I had a rare evening with nothing on the training schedule, and it seemed like it’d be fun to try. And she wanted me to go.
Honestly, it was fun to try. It’s well documented that I’m about as flexible as a 2×4, so putting myself through the stretches and gyrations of a yoga session is probably a good thing to do, from time to time. Just don’t think you’ll catch me in yoga pants. Ever.