You can do anything, as long as you do yoga.

Let me preface this by saying I love my yoga instructor!  She is incredibly encouraging despite the fact that my fat ass wiggles and writhes on the mat like a beached manatee.  (See below for comparison picture.)

That being said, she also tells me that I can do anything I want to my body as long as I do yoga.  To you madame, I say poppycock!

After a breakfast meeting today, we decided that a trip to the Lucas County Fair would be a great idea.  In fairness, the idea was not ours, but that of my brother and his girlfriend who both run marathons where they throw colored paint at you and compete in some sort of event called the Tough Mudder.  The Tough Mudder sounds cool only because they give you a beer in the end.  I suspect the beer is something shitty, like Corona.  Regardless, no beer is worth the agony which one must endure to earn said beer in said competition.  But I digress...back to the fair.

Having promised my wife that I would go to yoga this evening, I figured...what the hell, I can do anything so long as I do yoga.  Half a funnel cake and one corn dog later, I must beg to differ.  I could feel the sweat dripping from my pores, except it wasn't sweat.  It was hydrogenated oil and lard, or whatever the fuck they fry those tasty pieces of golden brown ecstasy in.  Oh, and this was before I ever set foot on a yoga mat. At least I didn't gorge myself on deep fried Twinkies, too. 

So, we ate a bunch of crap and then pet some cute animals that will likely be on my dinner plate before too long.  Not so bad, other than the small hands and smell of cabbage.

Well, having promised my wife that I would go to yoga, I went to yoga.  You don't want to piss off a Puerto Rican or a sea captain; and I have to deal with both.  Little did I know that this was the black belt, ninjitsu crazy ass yoga...Level 3.  It's Yoga is a cool concept.  The founder taught yoga to the Grateful Dead back in the day.  You know I can get behind that brand of hippie hullabaloo.

Now you may have seen folks doing yoga before, maybe you've even done it yourself, but what these folks do is straight bad ass.  Folks were doing handstands and crazy moves with legs in different directions and all their weight on a pinky.  Manatee me was just trying to touch my toes.  I was a little over my head.  When all was said and done, I enjoyed going.  I just hope I'm welcome back after the funnel cake grease puddle that I left all over my spot on the floor.  I hope someone doesn't slip and fall doing one of those hand-stands.

We celebrated surviving yoga by riding our bikes to Koto Buki for sushi.  We love the 007 Roll.  Worth the trip for some fresh sushi.

The captain just gave the all hands on deck call....gotta go!