Not even deep down, actually very close to the surface, I despise my daily routine at the gym. That said, I am glad I go. Builds moral fiber.
Thus far I've been fortunate that I haven't hurt anything permanently. So I decided why not tempt the gods, just to see if they are paying attention.
Today I start yoga class.
Mrs. T and I tried this several years ago. I silently cursed every minute in class, yet curiously left exhilarated. Fat men are not (yet) as limber as the young women who populate these classes. It is certainly not a competitive activity, but still I hope to keep up. I'm near certain to tear something, most likely something I've never seen.
Wish me luck. If this doesn't work, I may have to resort to Tai Chi.
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