As you know I’ve started doing yoga. Yes, Namaste Bitches. And I find that I'm completely all zen about it. It’s quickly turning into the highlight of my week. But, I am however finding out that I’m like a bull in a china shop. How come the only people that do yoga are 5’2” and wear T-shirts with Chinese characters on them that probably say Beef with broccoli? So it’s me, my buddy Tom and a room full of fit, healthy 19 year olds. None of them sweat…at all…ever. Me, I’m causing a new humid weather pattern to form in the back of the studio. I’m fine really.
Last week, I nearly fell over during “balance work” and three girls on my left screamed and pointed in unison, “Aaaaaaaaah RUN! He’s attacking!” Hence my new Godzilla banner.