Because I'm more scared of THIS happening again than becoming gay, I had my first ever yoga session this morning. Actually, I took a class in college (C-) but all I remember is stick figures in positions named after animals and trying to peep as much tongetty-tong as possible. The Fashion Herald was my mentor this morning- I spent the first 5 minutes thinking "what the...is she making this up?" but it turns out she used to be an instructor. After which I thought "this person is going to kill me." Oh yeah, and unfortunate floor positioning meant that if you walked into the cardio room anytime from 6:45 to 7:15, odds are you saw my package. You're welcome ladies (and dude in capri-sweats.)
Anyways. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's good to be back at the gym. Plus with doing yoga I'll finally get that inch back (in height!!!) that I've been missing for about 10 years. Get a lil space between those vertebrae for old times sake. Crraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
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Stick a fork in yourself. You're done.
Wait, you're freestyle under those shorts? maybe we need to go "underpinning" shopping.
i believe you meant "freeballing"
"freeballing" shopping?
please. im not an animal.
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