Today I went to PiYo downtown which is short for Pilates/Yoga although technically I am not allowed to do yoga. A lot of the class is Pilates so it is not too bad.
I figure I can get away with it as long as they do not get into New Age speak. Besides which there is no way that what I am doing could be construed as praying in any way, shape or form. There is not a thought in my head while I am doing these exercises other than my Leonard Pennario book and whether or not I look fat.
My cousin Katie does my PiYo class with me on the next mat. She always looks great in these black outfits. I wear a variety of Goodwill clothes and some look better than others.
We had to laugh at a few things including but not limited to when the teacher told us, "Relax your nose."
Hahahahaa!
And I always wince at the end if they hit you with that "Namaste."
Who do they think I am, this person?
I am not allowed to say Namaste!
So I look away and pretend I am busy rolling up my mat or something.
La la la la la la la.
2 comments:
OMG! You are amazing! You personify everything I have ever wanted in journalistic excellence! Thanks to you, Buffalo retains its moralistic bearings! May god bless you and keep you! Namaste!!!!!!
Snake Pliskin, thanks for the nice words! If you keep reading, I'll keep writing! Remember... relax your nose!
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