It's my wife's idea.
I'm considering it a research project for Tybee SPIRIT.
I've never done Yoga before but have stretched before football practice, running and romantic evenings with Sarah.
Are you wearing black shorts?" she asks.
I just look at her.
"Well make sure they don't have holes in them," she says.
It gives me pause.
Do I have a pair of black running shorts that don't have holes?
Regardless ...
It'll be fun.
I'll watch people attempting to contort their bodies in ways God never intended.
I know ... I know ... it is possible ... and it's spiritual ... and it's holy ... and it's healing ... and it elevates to higher levels of consciousness.
I'm sure it's also funny as Hell and look forward to giggling, snorts, laughs and watching Sarah bend in certain ways.
We're not doing it until tonight so I've got all day to fanaticize.
Then we'll actualize.
And ... if everything goes right ... we'll come home and spiritualize.
GLORY!
Where's the Ben Gay?
