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Ouch! I have a coworker who is a yoga instructor and often invites me to her class Sunday nights. Each Monday we'll joke about why I didn't make it. Now she's joking about "kidnapping" me and taking me to it. What is it about healthy stuff that I actually like but still have to force myself to do? I like yoga, but I have a hard time stopping what I'm doing and going to a class. Your class sounds fun (besides the pain). I always enjoy it better when I have friends with me.


I have re-edited your last paragraph to help with my pitiful fantasy life - I beleive you'll find it humorous, yet raunchy, which works well with my MO-

"it felt nice to be in the company of twenty, sweaty other women for a couple of hours. placing ourselves in ridiculous poses for the benefit of our bodies making us all pretty vulnerable, but everyone was in it together. sado-Masochism is not only socially acceptable here, but socially accepted! i'm still not in love with these strange mexican customs, but i do plan on dragging myself back onto the bed for another sweaty fiesta siesta!!

This is kind of like the magnetics on your old fridge, but better because the subject matter is your life!!

Puppybutt aka - Marcus


hee hee! brilliant! not only an alternate reality, but an alternate lifestyle. thanks for starting out my weekend with a really good laugh. although the guffaws still really hurt my abs...

katherine Bal

I know what you mean. I looooooved when i was doing yoga regualrly in NYC. It left me feeling good, although sore, but also gave me a greater awareness of posture and personal space etc. I'm proud of you my fellow workout diva :)

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