Thursday, September 16, 2010
...is Forrest Yoga. I don't care what anyone's told you about diamonds or Wolverine's ademantium claws. Tonight I flippen got my ass kicked, big time. No 40 degree heat to warm you up like in Bikram. No easy poses. Just pain and the welcomed thought that 90 minutes isn't that long. I bow my head to those of you who can do Forrest Yoga without flinching and it seems, from my class, there are quite a few of you. You're all up there with everyone else's imaginary friends. Amen.
Posted by He who says hmm... at 8:56 PM